1.
It feels a lot longer in kilometres; the metric system making
everything seem a lot faster, further away, more expensive.
And here we are again: making a mockery of geography,
wishing our recent air miles could be ascribed to one company.
Driving north from Laguna Beach, the Pacific struggles to
sleep in the glare of the marauding metropolis around the corner:
It is Halicarnassus during a siege, abraded sketches of victors
and the dead; the colour of Antelope Valley in April; your
Lithuanian skin where the sun screen missed, or my cheeks
ablaze with guilt the first time we kissed in Vienna.
I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
2.
I have been drawing a window sill of basil, rosemary and chive,
painting over the blu-tack marks on the bedroom wall, watching
you time and time again, learning your habits, your sleep patterns,
imagining your stomach extend by its nine monthly chapters.
I have been nailing Hollywood signs to buildings we wish to claim,
masquerading as a local on streets where angry men lash out at
invisible foes to the amusement of children and the horror of mothers.
You are there every time, safe in my hand, holding on to me as
I hold on to you, my arm across the divide driving north from Laguna
Beach. Outside, the tableau of images read like a contents page
to a book written with every metric mile; and the burning sky above
Los Angeles just gets brighter and brighter and brighter.
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This is a poem which is on my CD of spoken word 'Live in the Laden' recorded in Vienna. I thought I would post it here as the Irish musician Niall Connolly and I had so much fun performing it in New York a few weeks ago - the video of the song/poem is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeHYFwFHdjc Check it out! :)
A marvelous, marvelous piece, Neil. Good writing.
Especially enjoyed the piece in performance.
"I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane."
Perfect. A haunting piece. ****
Thanks Sam - and thanks too for the tweet!
Love this, Neil.
"I have been nailing Hollywood signs to buildings we wish to claim"
I especially enjoyed this line.
I loved this, having myself once driven north out of Laguna, at night, into that glare.*
Superb poem, really enjoyed it, wonderful lines. Will be back for another read. Great to have found your writing.
Thank you all for your comments! Always appreciated!