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Never Again

by The Walrus 

Posted: 22 March 2004
Word Count: 139
Summary: Until the next time.

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Will I recline supine,
Upon a pavement
To discuss with a friend
A hundred miles away
The appalling absence
Of stars in the hazy London sky.

Will I dance
Like a Dionysian she devil
Losing my inhibitions
My sense of reality
My dignity, and,
Most devastatingly,
My Manolo Blakniks

Will I bore a cabby
With the pros and cons
Of Hollywood versus Brazilian,
With the language of gibberish
Allegedly comprising
The directions to my house.

Will I wake the next day
Raiding the contents of
The bathroom cabinet
In an attempt
To reacquaint myself with
And subsequently soothe
The redesigned landscape
Of my bruised body

Henceforth, I shall become a nun
I shall be rechristened Bernadette,
Don a hair shirt
And spend, many,
Many hours, each day
In fervent prayer
Asking for forgiveness
For my numerous and varied sins.

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roovacrag at 10:06 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Beautiful poem.
Well written as usual.
Yes dance like a Dionysion,Wild and full of passion.
The second stanza does it everytime for me.
Well done.
xx Alice

The Walrus at 10:27 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Thanks Stan. Not exactly the most well-crafted poem in the world, but was focusing on trying to capture the ideas (weak excuse I know...) Will revisit at a later date.

The Walrus

miffle at 12:16 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Hmmm... 'Never Again'- those magical words - think we all know the sentiment! A funny funny 'being-imperfect in a crazy city world' poem. Thoroughly modern and entertaining. 'Bernadette the strumpette', now there's a thought! Why is that such a 'nun' name?! Write on, Miffle

The Walrus at 13:51 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Thanks Miffle. Always somewhat daunted trying to write 'funny' stuff, wasn't sure whether it would work. Very embarrassing if it misses the mark. Glad it struck a light-hearted chord with you.

The Walrus

Fearless at 20:13 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
'Adventures with Bacchus'. A haze of colours, textures, dance moves and cabbies fluent with authentic London gibberish. The ending makes me wonder - what's nuttier, a weekend worshipper of fun, or a chanting, praying, imagining, foaming at the mouth nun?

Better to be bruised dancing than by whipping yourself into religious fervour. I liked it.


igbit33 at 20:43 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Found this one very amusing, The Walrus. Loved the line about 'Manolo Blakniks' - only just found out what they were the other day!

Good one!

Ig. xx

The Walrus at 09:33 on 23 March 2004  Report this post
Thanks Fearless. In answer to your rhetorical question, the latter of course. Glad you liked it.

Ig, 'amusing', good, am pleased.

Thanks for commenting guys.

The Walrus

Lawrenco at 15:52 on 16 April 2004  Report this post
I loved the irreverence of it all,but to become reverant;I dought that would be so.
Your "Manolo Blakniks",what wonderful images this intrigues ,yet another fine offering.

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