SMALL TEARS LILT HER LITTLE HOPE (SONG.)

Small Tears Lilt Her Little Hope (Song.) -Written by Taylor John.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taut, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whom, gentlest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whose, tempest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what one, sows?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – which, love – to, grow.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – this, moment – or, that.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – good man’s, spat.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taut, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

PUBLIC LOVE.

PUBLIC LOVE. -Written by Taylor John.
I. Public Love.
Some people, might see you doing that in the bush;
Shoot! Might – have to, get up early tomorrow – and,
Tell her: that – we were, quite privileged – yet,
Scorned – ah? For –
Having – the. thought – of,
Public Love?

II. The Truth Is What Is Refreshing.
You – read – so,
Refreshing;
The, Truth – is,
What is – refreshing.

III. Harry’s Bustle.
The, Stare – of, a wink: to – his, past – of,
A Layman’ – scrupulous, best?
As – the ol’ Barbers’ cleaning: of –
His. Talkative – hairy, chest – now,
Gleaming?

The, Eulogy: is – for,
Whose – grouse, sect;
The Blue – last, letters – to, the yieldings’ –
Suited, kissed necks;
So, hairy – their, Song: as, so –
A, Postman’s, uneasy, sordid check:
Like – a, Hound-Dog – with,
Her – sharp, assaulting peck :
Harry’s – bustle.

IV. People Have Died All Ages.
People, have died – all, ages:
Find, happiness – for, heaven’s sake;
What – rest, must take :
People, have died – all, ages;
What – mold – must, fake :
People, have died – all, ages;
What – love – must, break :

People, have died – all, ages;
What – scream – must, make:
People, have died – all, ages;
What – tiresome, mistake:
People, have died – all, ages;
How – soul – must, ache:
People, have died – all, ages;
How – mind – must, stake?

Oamaru

Is:

 

The sea reaching for the breakwater;

 

A wooden boat tipping in the swell;

 

The sweep of a waitress’s skirt;

 

A teacup’s rattle on Tees Street, where they have cinnamon water in a white room with a high ceiling, and the conversation rises and rebounds;

 

A man in a collarless shirt working a drawknife in a red shed where you smell salt and walk past a red geranium;

 

The bookseller with Janet Frame (on special), her ample wooden desk, the pantry where she ran as a child;

 

The bookseller with sagging couches and creaking floors and who binds a sale with twine;

 

The bookbinder with little round glasses;

 

The worn-down step of Lane’s Emulsion and the swing doors of the pub on the corner where they sell deep dark beer.

 

Here there is steampunk and an engine riding to the sky, bolts and iron welded to the imagination, rearing

 

To a sky of scudding white beneath which is a café clad in iron, rusting for your pleasure;

 

An endless main street past open fields and rich ground through which Jersey Bennes spring;

 

Scent of steak and jammy nuts dusted white and sweet and resting on plates made when your grandmother was a child; cake plates three high;

 

The smart-step of leather on cobble, the sweep of tweed and serge and a man in a pinstripe shirt and a bowler proving that fashion is nothing new and was better at a time of high-stepping horses and penny-farthings.

 

And look: there is one, an iron horse, black as night beside buildings of white –

 

Come for tea, for a book.

 

Come to see Happy Bay, the collie in the little waves, the boy with the ball, the man in the waistcoat.

 

Listen: it is a radiogram, it is the ocean, a boy –

 

It is time

 

Unwound

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INSIDE THE RACK HOUSES (Ditties.)

INSIDE THE RACK HOUSES (Ditties.)
Written by Taylor John.

I.
I have, casted out – a, New Moon. (Hear, Hear! Let’s – take, Time: to – contrude..!)
(If – The, Simple Line: is – on, offering – soon: I, have – casted: A, New Moon..!)
If – Peace: have – no, tie : the, Gold – would, be found and The Visit for it – would, there be fine; if – The Heart (of it) – wanted, to be heard – it would, expel – even, a mere – whimper? Wouldn’t – be, censored? Stretched – all, heart – and, mere Order?
Call – your, own – Weather! (Whether – you, sneak: A Peek!) Tell – what, is his and what is thine: inside – the, rack houses..
Lop off, the steel – to dress, it’s awkward – fat, heels! Salvage – the, existing poles! And, then – paint, your face bright! Salvage – the, existing poles: (tired – of, the fright?)

II.
You – hold, me – like, a came: of – stained glass – from, your sweet window pane?
(You – hold me, like a came?)

I’ll – fill, The Dustpan: and – skip, the vein? (You – hold me, like a came?)

Sit – on, the ground! (There’s – one!) Just – slide, it – this, way! (Sit – on, the ground!) (You – hold me, like a came?)

III.
I’ll, book me – a, cant hook? To – move, her: my – weighty, heartfelt Log? (I’ll, book me – a, cant hook?)

Back, to the log Chapel? Or, Hog? Back, to The Boozes’ Lone Saddle? (Is – it, more of a sitting-shoe?) (Yeah – I hear, it’s quite a view?) I’ll, book me – a, cant hook – I, have – no, disguise? I, wouldn’t – Dear: try – to raise, an eye? (I, have – no, guilt – of, my disguise?) I’ll – colour, you: A Pink Moon? (If – not, a queer eye – nor, muddled treatise?) One, more – wedded, long leg? (I’ll – colour, you: A Pink Moon?)

IV.
I’ll, give you a graceful exit: (think – I’ll, hold up with The Grape!) It’s – that, wayward Suffex! (I’ll – refrain! Refrain! Refrain!)

V.
Will – pin, no: Poster Girl! And – greet, no other Dance! With – all, the lucid Light – to, fill; will – pin: no – Poster Girl!

VI.
They’ve – been, of a few hundred handfuls! They – are, fewer – a, precious dew!
This, snout’s ring – is, not yet torn – but, new; it – ah, boasts: of – no, workable scorn.

Ebony – is, her cutest murmur: (she – has, a golden fiery’ bitter’ ember – of, hot blue);
Ebony – is, her cutest murmur: (in, sequence of line – of, a Black Beauty);
Ebony – is, her cutest murmur: (of – Lust’s, busy hour – for, the art of the lute);

Absolute – has, her – of, Day: (phone-calls, of low-times – but, too – of, gidday’s);
Absolute – has, her – of, Day: (those, things – that, make most folk guise, in their Charades);

Whether – a, dim Light – grows, bright;
If – they, do not – approve: (of – our, love-ful Night);
If – they, do not – approve: (our, Multitude: whether, dim – nor, shrewd – will, forever shine – so, bright..!)

VII.
Her, holes – have, been filled: (by – a, lover’s goal);
Her, holes – have, been filled: (by – a, soldier’s wail);
Her, holes – have, been filled: (by – a, seagull’s flurry);
Her, holes – have, been filled: (by – a, poet’s belly..)

VIII.
The, curd – is, the utter of her perfectness: (the reality – is, that: we, each – discard, of the other);
The, curd – is, the utter of her perfectness: (the, birth – from, a gutter!)

IX.
No, need – to, ramble: ten thousand, lines : (she, must – be, the one – you, love);
No, need – to, ramble: ten thousand, lines : (to – impeach, on her nestled-up blood!)

X.
The needle, has her – to, the foot: (it’s, like – a great divide – of, ‘What, if – I, should?’)
The needle, has her – to, the foot: (it’s, traveled – the v e i n s – from, h e a d t o
t o e; to – God knows, what brook);
L o v e – a, sobbing t h r o w: (it, marries – the filth, the rain, and the snow..):

Dream – of, Love: (the, all good – biggest, spatter);
Dream – of, Love: (hold, her…..please – hold, her – matter!)

XI.
The further, her existence – as, The Needle – tries, to find her: directly – to, see it :
(She is, tonight – a, faint thing!
The further, her existence – as, The Needle – tries, to find her: directly – to, see it:
‘I’m, busy now – ring me, at nine-thirty/ten-to-ten!’
The further, her existence – as, The Needle – tries, to find her: directly – to, see it..

XII.
O what, a thing – when, The Players, go on strike:
(O what, a thing – her – elaborate, self-strife);
My wallet, is dry: not, moist – my, Love; my, heart – a, wayward dart?
(Of – one, Shepherd: with – his, lost sheep : his, Heart!)
O what, a thing – when, The Players, go on strike:

XIII.
Cool – for, her Landlord’s mistletoe’ land-line – wet:
(The eyes, of Pain – will, pay for it);
Cool – for, her Landlord’s mistletoe’ land-line – wet:
(Oh – her, Dial – however, so dialectic);
Cool – for, her Landlord’s mistletoe’ land-line – wet:
(Here – comes, the regret; the, lone’ way);
Cool – for, her Landlord’s mistletoe’ land-line – wet:
(‘O beg, you – break, away….away..!’)

XIV.
Light – forms, over – the, broadest Gaiety:
(Whilst – Lust, and Love – adore, the Piety);
Light – forms, over – the, broadest Gaiety:
(A, humble man’s Liability..)

XV.
The Ghoul, has – a, floral coat:
(She, gave me – her, last Kiss; and – I, died);
The Ghoul, has – a, floral coat:
(Etched, with – a, dressing – of:
Secluded line..)

XVI.
If, words – could, Sway:
(Love – would, turn RED; and –
Fill, the isolated GILL : like – of, a Bay);
If, words – could, Sway:
(Art – would, turn WHITE; and –
Fill, the isolated TRILL : like – of, a grey Day):
(Both – still; a, loosened trait; a, nestled Mule..)

XVII.
The line – has, THE DEAD: raised – a-quicken : (those – cheaper, Smiles – that, Cross, thou Mind);
The line – has, THE DEAD: raised – a-quicken : (on – those, Knees; on –
Those, love’ bleats – of, Time..)

XVIII.
Why – she,
Sees: her, legs – and, toes – are, Son: to – be, without – their, absurd Mother : (of –
The Nestle – of, THE BLUE);
How – she, would Glee – on, her PROMISE : to – teach, Anew: The, new Scouter : (of –
The Nestle – of, THE BLUE);
(THE NEEDLE – now, The Pouter; The Obtuse): Good, glad – child! (The Nestle – Of,
THE BLUE..)

XIX.
I’ve, bitten – my, Language – with, a quiet Lark:
(No, reply – for, it is DARK);
I’ve, bitten – my, Language – with, a quiet Lark:
(The, filthy – mouthed, Lunatic; feathered – with,
An Arc – of, a riddled TRIP..)

XX.
The way – I’m, SLEEPING: (I, couldn’t – catch, the birds – that, Flirt);
The way – I’m, SLEEPING: (I, couldn’t – Dance, at all – at, her);
The way – I’m, SLEEPING: (I, couldn’t – watch, The Tides – fall, away – to,
The Sand);
The way – I’m, SLEEPING: (I, couldn’t – learn, to ever be – her, better man..)

XXI.
Manner – has, an awkward Nook: (it – is,
Of: a, telling off; rather, than – of,
A telling – of, STORIES);

Manner – has, an awkward Nook: (it – is,
An Intrusion; an, ode – to,
“Life, begins at forty?”)

(Let’s, SNEEZE: all; and – for; had – Been:
(And – all, THE MORE);
Let’s, SNEEZE – Darling : let’s –
Blow, on – THE SHORE..!)

XXII.
My, NEIGHBOURS – are, Birds:
(With – one, Little Word : that –
Has,
Not yet – of, abuse : to –
My, ear);
My, NEIGHBOURS – are, Birds:
(They – wipe, their mouths – frequently, as –
They bare:
One, Little Rag – from,
The Cherry Tree..)

XXIII.
I, yarn – as, one cares – for, his family: I, am – THE GROTTO;
I, darn – my words, into quite a loud alarm: I, am – THE GROTTO;
I, have – great, BIG TEETH – to, bite – THE NERVE: I, am – THE GROTTO;
I, have – women, hidden : in – my, BLOOD: I, am – THE GROTTO;
I, live – in, a Wilderness: I, am – THE GROTTO!

alchemistengasse

alchemistengasse*
inspired by Reiner Stach’s ‘Kafka The Years of Insight’, a biography of the second half of Franz Kafka’s life

was it just
too obvious
that you wrote
much in a room
cramped stiff
with cold of a
tiny house hard
against the high
stone wall of
Alchemistengasse
‘alchemist’s lane’
those mad chemists
of centuries before
who worked their
sand and base metals
saw in one eye
wisdom and courtly
riches their vindication
and acceptance
trying to reach across
the natural tier
of the elements to
raise the most base
to the highest
and rarest
it’s said the
simpler, truer
picture was
this lane
in fact
was where
goldsmiths
worked, you
in that tradition
then beating out
your words into
ever thinning sheets
that tore on a
rupture in the
lung*
your stories,
intimate as a
dream just
woken from
still fast under
the nails
a stain
across the eyes,
what is it
in them that
sells us down the
river for the price
of our return?
intimations of
the great disjoint
of time
of times
of borders that
waltzed crowns
that wobbled and
rolled of
peoples
where one
at best
would yoke
the others
at worst
uproot and plant
them into
nothingness
eden burned back
to the stump
intimations
the snake biting
down on its tail*
unto death
blood filling
the planetary
circle
you struggled and
won out in time
to learn the tongue*
of your ancestors
a language that
sounded as if
clearing its throat
for song while
you coughed blood
to catch up with
it and carry the
melody like the
dusk over prague
over the tabernacle
the dusk that broadened
to a table for your
pen and precious
paper.

january 2014
nelson st

 

*Alchemist’s Lane in Prague, where Franz Kafka’s younger sister Ottla kept a small rented cottage in which her brother stayed and wrote in for a period.

alchemistengasse

*alchemical symbol of renewal

*Hebrew

O LOVE IT WAS (SONG.)

O Love It Was (Song.)
Written by Taylor John.

I hand – in, the sheepish town: (oh, Love – it, was!)

I gold – in, it’s gold-mine: (oh, Love – it, was!)

I creep – in, the moonlight (with – my, tongue: it’s – aged!)

(Oh – but, still – it’s, so bright…so, bright…..(oh, Love – take, flight..and, Say..!))

I reek – with, fourteen other men: (oh, Hate – it, was!)

I ask, to be – thought of, as their friend: (oh, Hate – it, was!)

I kneel – in, the depths of the light: (oh, Mute – I, walk by…!)

I hand – in, the sheepish town: (oh, Love – it, was!)

I gold – in, it’s gold-mine: (oh, Love – it, was!)

I creep – in, the moonlight (with – my, tongue: it’s – aced!)

(Oh – but, still – it’s, so bright…so, bright…..(oh, Love – take, flight..and, Say!))