#bloomsday2023: “where chances of victory begin to beckon and call”

the first year i figure since twenty sixteen
when my birthday will be celebrated
in a land quite distant
from that which once i loved

the first year in seven
when i shall be in the presence
of people who actually like me
instead of me pursuing foolish unreciprocation

the first time in so many times
when my rhymes shall describe
what i need not what i want
because what i want is now what i need

this year my birthday
on the 16th of june
shall be celebrated in territories
distant from its literary source

being that the land of course
of hugely cultured people
who bear grudges fabulously
and never forget what must never be forgotten

and so this right now
and this oh how
is what i see
as path to tread

because i realise as we all must do
how life is short and you must go
to where people choose
despite their lack of knowledge of you

to serve and protect
such interests as #sweden has
and scope me a better way of being
without that goddamn stupid strife

a land where buses actually serve a purpose
and people speak with sharp intakes of breath
as their language helps their voices dance
on their bilingual vikingness

and in their careful observations
they reach conclusions
about a me i never saw
until the day i trod their shores

and discovered a different way of one
where failure no longer defines my truth
and chances of victory
begin to beckon and call

out loud and so proud
and so wise and so grand
that only a man like me
may ever forget the blessings he received

because once upon a time it was
you loved an impossible love it's true
and still it's true that still you do
but time is running fast and out

like sandy beach
and dying whale
and hugely massive human fail
and knowing she never loved you ever

and knowing her country
did everything it could to destroy your all ...
and so seeing the fact
that this violence against your person

had always been the aim
from the very very start
it's time to say goodbye to all that hope
and build your new futures

on women and men
of fabulous compassion and quite other ken:
people who saved your life quite literally
and gave you reason

to continue your duel with mighty pen
against the swords of her countrymen
and sometimes countrywomen too
as you write to make a rightful #whirled

based on tech of human shape
where you find a body who really does
love you as you awake from sleep
and where beautiful lips

kiss you alive each day
and words of kindness
make you relive the things you never had
as if indeed you'd always enjoyed

and it's only left for me to say
that today's the day my bloomsday birthday
moves its ass sooo very fast
from its country of birth

to the country where i now want to reside
and find so deeply another woman who might
love me as fine as i clear do wish
may be the beginning and end of it all when we must

without the stealthy pall of horrible horrible spies
that hurt me so futile and evil and cruel
and then terrible wild
and then quite beside

and then again
and then like this
left me quite without my self
and left me even lacking all sense

that good was meant
for me and mine
when rhymes burst that time truly into flower
on bloomsday two thousand and sixteen's hour

written by mil williams, 18th may 2023, ellesmere port uk