Friday, October 30, 2009
थे गुअर्दियन ऑफ़ क्लास
The Guardian of Class
Odd thing with waiters they can see your suit
is rack bought, not tailor made, wordlessly look
further down the menu recommend something
you might be able to afford. Wine list, forget it,
they have house wine served in a jug.
Regal when serving, doing you a favour letting
you mingle with, what they consider the upper
crust. Then they will go home to a flat they share
with ten other people and sleep on a sweat
stained mattress on a dirty floor.
Odd thing with waiters they can see your suit
is rack bought, not tailor made, wordlessly look
further down the menu recommend something
you might be able to afford. Wine list, forget it,
they have house wine served in a jug.
Regal when serving, doing you a favour letting
you mingle with, what they consider the upper
crust. Then they will go home to a flat they share
with ten other people and sleep on a sweat
stained mattress on a dirty floor.
थे ब्रोव्निंग
The Browning
Hard times, awoke in a bed with a woman I hadn’t
seen before, she snored. Running down to the docks,
gone the ship, my home. The scorn in dockers faces,
it is a great shame for a sailor to be left behind.
In my pockets coins for a beer to steady my nerves
and remember I had fifty dollar in the watch pocket,
A motor boat idling gave its driver the money, down
the river we caught up with my ship, the captain took
take me onboard with a scowling face.
Hard times, had me working nights, but wanted a full
breakfast in the morning. 14 hours a day, the crew liked
my cooking, it didn’t help what the crew thought.
In Hull a new cook came one, as the captain said, that was
reliable, the crew said:”we are sorry to see you go”, but not
one of them spoke out for me. So the lesson is, forget
the crew, be a friend of the boss and he will understand
your flaws smile and say:” don’t do it again. He will like
you because he think he has got the power over you
Hard times, awoke in a bed with a woman I hadn’t
seen before, she snored. Running down to the docks,
gone the ship, my home. The scorn in dockers faces,
it is a great shame for a sailor to be left behind.
In my pockets coins for a beer to steady my nerves
and remember I had fifty dollar in the watch pocket,
A motor boat idling gave its driver the money, down
the river we caught up with my ship, the captain took
take me onboard with a scowling face.
Hard times, had me working nights, but wanted a full
breakfast in the morning. 14 hours a day, the crew liked
my cooking, it didn’t help what the crew thought.
In Hull a new cook came one, as the captain said, that was
reliable, the crew said:”we are sorry to see you go”, but not
one of them spoke out for me. So the lesson is, forget
the crew, be a friend of the boss and he will understand
your flaws smile and say:” don’t do it again. He will like
you because he think he has got the power over you
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
the termination
The Termination
In Pakistan bombs fall, explode and artillery
shells whizz through the air, burning building
and dead children, all this happen when I sit
listening to a program about abortion.
It strikes me that those who are anti-abortion,
often are for capital penalty and do not dither
to drop rockets on villages in the mountains of
Pakistan or Afghanistan.
In Pakistan bombs fall, explode and artillery
shells whizz through the air, burning building
and dead children, all this happen when I sit
listening to a program about abortion.
It strikes me that those who are anti-abortion,
often are for capital penalty and do not dither
to drop rockets on villages in the mountains of
Pakistan or Afghanistan.
Monday, October 26, 2009
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