Friday 29 October 2010

No need to stop the clocks, they mean nothing anymore


They call her Maria now

She dies the Liverpool way

As she paces through the night

Longing for the brightness that

Will tell her she has another day

Waiting, not living


She used to be Lucia

Within nationally and locally agreed guidelines

Strong limbed, wilful

Running through hot fields

The richness of dark waves

Flapping against the sweet

Young sweat of her straight back


Favourite uncle has the horse ready

An assessment of the person’s needs

Frusting, stamping, hot in its saddle

Waiting for the virgin’s firm ass

And strong brown legs

Kicking, thrusting, laughing at the sun

Glorious in the toxic worship of life


What could hold her youthful joy?

An expected outcome or goal from having that care

Blood; warm, charging, pulsing

Youthful worship, worshipful youth

Vanity supreme, health, and heat

Thoughts bursting through feelings

Feelings become thoughts

And no thought at all


Industrial sounds invading rural dust

Clear information about care and who will deliver it

Horny weight and stallion flanks

Beating at the earth’s door

I’ll be with you soon enough

But for now, I’ll ride

With strength and vigour

Living, not waiting

For it’s all before me

Lucia

Maria Lucia

Maria Lucia Caruso



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