hiberna tandem!

perhaps 5 hidden drafts later -
   a little spectacle for public scrutiny is best...
or: what one does when
one hasn't read of the imagist movement
much...
             since the cantos do not count
as such i am no longer a young man who
will easily adore, easily love,
   not that lying i ever could, diligently,
in order to at least persuade myself as
                     doing - not so easily -
                        
              still... it's winter and in winter
i can demand anything of this tongue...
       once, in winter...
                    in winter, once...
                             that it is winter...
   a season of scents, a scented season -
                all that's cooked deserves to be
eaten...
   inedible first drafts too...
                       whatever it is, that's implied
with "food for thought"...
                     forbid - some god too -
                      that there should be thought
of food - the pauper's only thoughts
are of fattied brain: fatted on p'oh p-p-p'oh
and more oh-do-try...
      
the hungrier the more terrifying this
comfort of coffee and cigarette becomes -
it could last a day until the yapping
       of this gobshite stops!
                        my: 3rd person, i-not-i,
self-deprecating 'umour amour...

                  well... one does try... such sober verse
from time to time:
one can thus, accomplish so (quite enough) -
and perhaps... munching on much, so...

all that winter is... endless scents...
   no flowers in sight, no dizzying plethora of
fuckety-pollen-bulges...
                to the sevens winds the hermaphrodites...
children of hermes and aphrodite:
ol' muse ol' ****** of the goats and gods...

iterum: hiberna tandem!