a #poem by mil for you
we went to school that day though we thought it was only adultplay
but we were learning to be the best we could be -- even and ever and just like that
and it's been a long haul since i saw the burning red tip of your cigarette
as it glowed like your verbal flow so sharp and kinda hard-like: a map of sorts
but your hard really ain't that tough as they might think in all those lost places of clink
'cos you're a woman of justice and if occasionally icy
it's only because the person in front of you ain't nicey at all
and you've had quite a few of these to deal with in your time
whilst all i could do was rhyme as i do and always have: funny that, imho
but not too funny because whilst you and i were suffering like we have been
the bombs rained down on ukraine -- and all we could say or do was rue
instead of act and make factual the suspicions we had all this time
of those who don't know even the beauty of a rhyme
never mind its point ... which tbh is a far harder construct
to get one's head around if stupidity and falsehood are your foundations
and touchstones and millstones -- and then again the wretched melancholy
of all that pain as the balding blame issues forth and the recriminations bloat
like ships in the night as we pass each other's floats
and those buoys (where not boys who refuse to play ball but simply condemn women
like they were toys to be habitually abused and NEVER embraced
with the gentleness and gentility of lacier feelings over the racier)
because one day it's true that we'll have to knuckle down
to the job in hand and make that band absolutely resistant
to the invasions of trust which over the years all of us have heard
and which have mined our capacity to be sure that everything raw
was as true as we saw and sensed and knew to be the case
'cos that's what in the end it's all about -- and this i will shout out:
for being human sometimes means being really inhuman ... whether we like it ...
or NOT!
and so whether shot of it all out of pure and simple disgust
or hugging it all because violent man i realise i am
either way -- when the battle ain't of choice -- it's a royal endeavour
of aggressions enjoined and mouths overheard
and all those FUCKING hurts and wounded bodies and struggling minds
as all we'll ever fight for still is a bit of kindness and compassion
amongst the fields of the deceased and passed away
when that beautiful picnicking day we met first on the liffey during bloomsday 2016
and so it is that now we know and now we understand it's time we walked
hand in hand in order to dismantle little by little the causes of ukraine
which aren't distant at all from the communities we've both been living in all these years
and which even we sometimes support with our weaknesses
into the crime that stealthily funds the bombs
in distant countries no longer distant any more in any way whatsoever
that makes any sense to either me or you or even maybe the populace too
which populates with an awfully casual polluting inconsequential instagramming
the brains and sanities of all the ones we love and treasure
and measure our daily actions by ... for that is what it's all about really ...
just being together as one in the good -- and then supporting as the many
when the bad attacks our ability to soldier on and be the warriors we need to be
and should have remained all those years our pleas went unheard
and then again at night when so dark sometimes finding a pleasure
snatched and scratched like the desolation of experiences lived
all those once upon a times ... and then perhaps out of hope and now i guess out of scope
but then again and again maybe it is now time to give up on the rhyming
and begin fighting fire with fire once more just as the irish lyre and the swedish lion
and the british grit bleeding and sweating and crying its ways back
into the place it always felt was there even when the russian whore
knew so much more about uk politics and its moneying instincts
and ALL their swirling contaminating wealth alongside that covertly stealthy ill-health of spirit
and how it took plainly apart the integrity of a democracy
because now dearest c that's what this is all about:
making sure the loudest voice becomes ours
without a shadow of a doubt or a hesitation or a single demurring intention
because all that's left for us to do today is fight the putins of this world
with the tools we must use as we know full well (and we did too)
and so in the end they shall lose it all it all it all my friends
(and how grand it will be when they absolutely do
and how grand how grand how grand it will be when they finally do ...)
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