Achilles

27Mar11

Days on end of decadence

Dissolute and burning from bar to protest

Dancers blur in dub beneath Achilles

−a black and red flag

 

Now cascading explosions on the Tay

Radiant sun settles deep

A mind gone to ruin, all blank

and dumb

 

Money as mythology in those rooms

so many empty prayers squandered

neo-Pagan gods

hedonism and carnival

the taste of her between my lips

a private revolution

 

And laughing through Soho streets

Later, snug approaching frenzied coma

our own redlight district

caught between the days

 

With her in those places

Sundrenched brilliance on Carnaby Street

Silence of worn out debris of bed

Talking idle as we drink

Talking dirty in minicabs

 

Now here again

little town pretending

at a city

lives less distant

less full of grim hope

of torturous narrative

a place besieged

by boredom

 

and I remember Kierkegaard

 

It resembles now a cage

a cage to keep our passions numb

our protests silently dumb

a cage to keep her beauty

all her dark magnificence

the fire around which I danced

trapped

choked

beneath this Scottish sun

already burning cold and lifeless

Freezing still the river Tay

 

 

 

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2 Responses to “Achilles”

  1. Very vivid and powerful poem.

    • 2 dronemodule

      As ever, cheers for the words. A collision of my weekend down in London. Desire and protests. Very ’68. IT was the Achilles statue I liked the most though, as an emblem.


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