No more words please,last orders at the bah,bah,bah
Language has literally arrested faith between faiths
our lifetimes of forgetting,to move forward
between the position that makes hungry dogs bark
or the lame seek solace on the crutchless stop of beggardom.
Where are the archers and infantry,buccaneers, captains of tomorrow
Seers,prophets,idiots and idealists,fools to kinsmen and kings.
A small fight for the final great lost cause,please.
Have we coca-collared on yet to the Priests of the Golden-Bull?
One more word,after we climbed the hill,remember,on the descent
distributing dog-ends like darshan to a smiing socialite saddhu
encamped on the slope,entertaining guests around a small fire
He has seen silence,I can see,in his eyes,beyond,
not for nothing he wants for nothing,nowhere,somewhere still.
Further down amidst the creeching miaow of peacocks,
mayuried into indifference,cavorting with softer cadences
sought by the wise or the wilting,not one drops its’ proud plummage
until,somewhere in the Gujurat a knife is twisted in the skin of innocence.
The last word, I notice,written on the Pillars of Hercules in blistered heat
that big fish in little ponds are less active than the smaller ones
and rise for air,that other world,more often than the rest
well water is deep,fish say,unaffected by the tides
sweeping through his and her story to put hope on an egoless horizon.
Later,I see,the moon casts no shadow on all things less than we are
the laughter of silver white fractals shooting through the finite again
shining light on the cock-crow-of-crackling fires,burning
upon the hill-top of our concern,sometime,soon,without words.
Peter Handley
Peter Handley was born in a small village next to what was Sherwood Forest in the first decade at the beginning of the end of the age of Aquarius. He has been variously described as an arty farty twat and an Indian Oscar award winning actor and writer. He is published in numerous literary journals, trained, amongst other places, at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School and continues to tell stories and bullshit in all the right hostelries to promote positive growth all around the world and in his back garden. His first solo exhibition of works on paper is due out in a fancy gallery in Vienna late 2014.
