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Jamie Dalglish: Three Triptychs
A Dinner Conversation
pull up your socks poppy
don’t let him eat alone
left eye onto left eye
across the room
the devil eats alone
wild red roses wilting away his blues
ducking into the club the lily pond
playing the hazy river beyond Mingus
where koi act like laughing lunatics
smashing into forks of reeds and mud
the stone slab lies headlong
above a waterfall
she is gone because she’s clever
yet he holds onto time
where the left eye will see
her smile in the silence
around the wall onto a distance with the rest
Edith will place six name cards
around the dinner table
where it will sit four guests
a dinner conversation is starting
by us two joining the rest
The Fourth Sibelius Sonata
A kiss will be
Drifting in the fog
foreshadowing
the snow
His manhood
found its
spark
as an echo
in another’s touch
Sifting
stardust
where it goes
while white light
becomes dyslexic
In another’s touch
his sentences
project music
if by letting go
Leaping off the cliff
the feather starts
drifting down
where beauty leaves its smear
Probably.
You just never know…
White Out
Stay by the hearth ’til the embers glow
The cloves shall pierce an orange
Pipes shall play
Pluck the Harp
Bang on a Drum
It’s alright
If you wont play
It’s alright
The smell of her shadow
Swans into the room
Into the light of another’s dream
Away in repose
Her lover stays
That’ll be okay
Deep in her soul
That’ll be okay
A Clipper Ship shears off to sea
Cutting starboard from the harbor
Under a crescent moon
Its soft kiss blankets her sleep
Warming her instincts
Flashed by the beacons of inner light
While in the deep river
Occasional sounds
Like ghost ships
Lapping moonlight
Along the edge of the pool
Like a swimmer’s arm
Along the edge of a dream
Holding onto their dreams
Yet wont last there long
Deep in their veins
Currents transfigured by pain and boredom
Fog horns blasting signals
We’ll always hope
It means something
Where the machine
Leaves Father’s message;
“Love you love you love you”
