Andronicus VI

Andronicus VI Jul 8

snooze

When I woke up this morning
I hit the snooze on my alarm
I knew I could do this five more times
Before I would be late for work
           The fifth time it rang
          I felt a tug at my foot
          And got up rather quickly
           To gently push my monster
           Back under the bed
            Not today I told the warm black void

Andronicus VI Jul 8

Rhino in the throat

Roll up! Roll up ladies and gentlemen! You've never seen such a creature before!

Are you quite sure it's safe? Quite sure?

Shouldn’t the beast be led by a ring through its nose?

Such intelligent eyes! Almost as though it knows…

Did the chap say it came from India? So exotic!

My good fellow, the thing hardly moves! It’s rather idiotic.

Roll up! Roll up ladies and gentlemen! Come see mon chéri!

You've never such power. That I guarantee.

The horses are ready. Mon chéri, mon chéri.
Here, here, bedtime beer. To help you sleep big baby.

Mon Dieu! I can barely fathom what's before us.

Voici c'est Claire, the famous rhinoceros!

Look at the ribbons! Did you see her hair?

This style is called Le horn à la Claire.

Come see French nobility, come see for yourselves!

You can each buy a knick-knack to put on your shelves.

How extraordinary! What an incredible beast!

I've seen one before, but now it's deceased.

The horses are ready. Mon chéri, mon chéri.
Here, here, bedtime beer. To help you sleep big baby.

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Here, I have attempted a Cento. I have tried using a polyvocal voice that mixes quotations from a range of speakers and sources, imagining the sorts of things Clara the rhinoceros would have overheard as she travelled around Europe. Because she was a very special rhinoceros whose memory lives on as a quasi urban legend, the patchwork voice embraces a rhyming sing-song quality.

Andronicus VI Jul 8

In the end

It did not matter in the end of days
For god did not come up from hell to smite
The once down trod who stopped to think and fight
Who ate no bread nor drank the cabernets

Though nightly even still one kneels and prays
And asks for wisdom knowing wrong from right
But now the heart and mind not filled with fright
For now one sees the broad and narrow ways

Those left behind who would not speak their name
Are married now with five to fifteen kids
The peers who were indoctrinated youth
Now truly think her resting place is flame
They hate the ones who do what god forbids
They hate because they think they know the truth

10 SYLLABLES PER LINE

Andronicus VI Jul 8

On the brink

Here we are again standing on the precipice of war
Paralysed by the past and the greed of our forefathers
While the inside battle has raged since birth
Good enough? I think not.
History only repeats its worst parts
They saw a green orb signalling GO GO GO
Faith in illusion the yellow-blue glow
Look but don’t touch! You’ll break it child!
But, they silly foolish daisies flitter flutter in the breeze
What nature? What love? What future? Roars the uncanny double
As it reappears, so much better now at creating disposable monstrous insects
Death? Very well, I guess we accept. We’re ***** for pain
But why walk into the river with rocks in your coat?
You’ve never been to war they gloat
As the wax drips steadily sealing our fate
And so those monstrous insects march by one by one
Hurrah! hurrah! here we go again old sport!

#kafka #war #gatsby

Andronicus VI Jan 2023

Jade

Jade is a speed date that goes for six hours
A waltz of coffee and posy of flowers
So, we drink cocktails and talk of our lovers

Then we laugh at the others
And of our dead mothers
Together we cheerily mourn

Jade’s hair is pink, and her heart is warm
A pigeon's nest of twigs and twine
Her name is green and so is mine

So, here I’ll drop a line
Of appreciation
And overall-tote-bag admiration

Now herbaceous vegan progress begun
A switch of books and witchy poetry
Seems there’s no hurry, so just wait and see.

Andronicus VI Jan 2023

Sprout

The most important story I ever wrote
Opened with a *** scene
Was weird
Closed with death
Then sparked a conversation

The best speed-date I ever had
Opened with abortion
Was tragic
Closed with cocktails
And caused a cautious smile

The best strange friend I ever have
Opened both our lives
Was Jade
Close but not too much
Sends me letters in the mail

x

Andronicus VI Jan 2023

Really sad grotesque writing

The sadness is your mother.
Nobody warned you at your grotesque birth
You had no choice
This is who you'll "love"
This is your mother
Until she's not.

You don't want your mum to die
Sometimes you just... wish she was dead
So the pain would feel more real
Less like a play-doh wall
Childishly constructed
For protection until the day you can finally
Sigh
Relieved that it's all over
There's no turning back now
Even if you wanted to cut off your right hand
And hand it to her as a peace offering.
What a relief when there are no more
Chances (choices) to repent in dust and ashes
For formulating opionions...

Mother, nobody warned you either
One day the ******, screaming, mess
You call child
Will be dead to you
And in return for all your "love"
Will wish memories of you were only that.