Jonathan Beale- Three Poems

Cheap Trick

One slight; one night; once among the neon

and the bar room noise.

The chaos!

Everything seemed to be alien,

vaguely relative, yet somehow familiar.

The action: something invisible, something unreal.

Although important for the need of mankind

For the need - when all else has drained

Down, down, away... away... away….   

All their eyes were distracted by

The neon, billboards, and garbage blowing about...

Now forgotten.

Yesterday’s wants - now gone - bellies empty. 

Unrequired - yet to cut out as a cancer

To forget the image. just forget. 

Sirens

Those boys by the water found

This harmonising: the lure of men

And one young one forgot to tie.

Passed by with his line of oarsmen

They themselves not blindfolded

He took in his youth

The reckless key to –

Fates sweet thought victory

And seen from a far

He looked a mad fool, lost all

Of his reason – their song and laughter

Called, called, called him without

Without ever uttering these words.

He in one swoop managed

To lose the love of those oarsmen

Whom he had known and loved

All his life.  And as the sirens

Slipped along and away: while

He found and floundered

Alone and drinking in the

Brine of his misfortune.

Gone now!  Gone!

Never to be heard again

Now only fleeting in the memory

And under the full moons

Fullest sky.

This dark mountains shadow

I.m. Robin Williams et al

Under this mountains shadow - Light has shone

Somehow finds a way back again. Sometime

Splits some heat: an historic fissure.

The anonymity of the shadow -

They who know; know too too well.

Seek the lighthouse: seek the light.

The hidden rocks beneath rip & tear,

In the randomness of fate. The curses coin

 is spun - From the worn grimly dull side

To that dawns glistening sheen.

Who flips, flicks this way, why & when?

The God of mood among the dulling cloud -

The weight of the cross: is never heard aloud

In this private, closed, and unwanted den.