O 2005! [A POEM...READ IT]
O 2005! Truly a magnificent year, one
which had highs and lows that
were fluctuating rapidly.
Which involved varying degrees of joy
ecstasy and poignancy. Each in
amounts larger than a handful.
Which blew its brains more times
than it cares to recall but
not once did it climax.
Which looked down at all those people
dressed in tracksuits, but then
worked with them for 2 months.
Which suffered total technological breakdown
only moments from perfection,
and was forced to wait for help.
Which finally acquired an eye to look-through
and see the world as it truly is,
or could be with a little bit o' work.
Which let Ukraine into their flat by way of
Switzerland, they brought a child
so we baby-proofed our thoughts.
Which went to Birmingham and Glasgow to
bear witness to the Apollonian
Aeterna Motherfuckin' Deus.
Which travelled sporadically to the cities
that held the faces in the windows
in Windows; and revelled in them.
Which believed in friendship so much that
all the falls only spurred them
on to find that One True Friend.
Which met Some Such Friends for the first
time and engaged in illicit intellectual
intercourse with several others too.
Which had its faith in humanity restored by
a beautifully warm-hearted redhead
from the corner of Atkin & Kessler.
Which wrote poetry in varying verse with
ranging rhymes but always themes
of despair and human suffering.
Which was exactly one-hundred years on from
impossibly mutiny on the Potempkin;
These Are Not Maggots!
Which saw evil inaugurated again, and the
world sighed because there seemed
no hope then, and there's none now.
Which watched Internazionale remind the world
what passion is; burn yourself away
in a futile and stupid display. Love.
Which saw Iraq continue to fight for her
Freedom against the Scholars of
Money and War - a hopeless task.
Which had idiots attempt to assassinate
its favourite City, only to fail
due to underestimating Her.
Which got harrassed endless by men with
small cocks and big guns whilst the
Chinese transgressed 10-foot away.
Which saw the return of The Icon, stepping
out of mind and onto an unreal
space outside of time; Unlimited.
Which looked into a mirror and saw the Self
and the Shadow and the Mask
and all the rest of that crap.
Which had many realisations thrust
upon it like so much bad
food at family gatherings.
Which ended with thunderously underwhelming
normality, sat in a quiet room hoping
for more adventure in The New Year.
© Muhammad Butt 2006
(01/1/06)
which had highs and lows that
were fluctuating rapidly.
Which involved varying degrees of joy
ecstasy and poignancy. Each in
amounts larger than a handful.
Which blew its brains more times
than it cares to recall but
not once did it climax.
Which looked down at all those people
dressed in tracksuits, but then
worked with them for 2 months.
Which suffered total technological breakdown
only moments from perfection,
and was forced to wait for help.
Which finally acquired an eye to look-through
and see the world as it truly is,
or could be with a little bit o' work.
Which let Ukraine into their flat by way of
Switzerland, they brought a child
so we baby-proofed our thoughts.
Which went to Birmingham and Glasgow to
bear witness to the Apollonian
Aeterna Motherfuckin' Deus.
Which travelled sporadically to the cities
that held the faces in the windows
in Windows; and revelled in them.
Which believed in friendship so much that
all the falls only spurred them
on to find that One True Friend.
Which met Some Such Friends for the first
time and engaged in illicit intellectual
intercourse with several others too.
Which had its faith in humanity restored by
a beautifully warm-hearted redhead
from the corner of Atkin & Kessler.
Which wrote poetry in varying verse with
ranging rhymes but always themes
of despair and human suffering.
Which was exactly one-hundred years on from
impossibly mutiny on the Potempkin;
These Are Not Maggots!
Which saw evil inaugurated again, and the
world sighed because there seemed
no hope then, and there's none now.
Which watched Internazionale remind the world
what passion is; burn yourself away
in a futile and stupid display. Love.
Which saw Iraq continue to fight for her
Freedom against the Scholars of
Money and War - a hopeless task.
Which had idiots attempt to assassinate
its favourite City, only to fail
due to underestimating Her.
Which got harrassed endless by men with
small cocks and big guns whilst the
Chinese transgressed 10-foot away.
Which saw the return of The Icon, stepping
out of mind and onto an unreal
space outside of time; Unlimited.
Which looked into a mirror and saw the Self
and the Shadow and the Mask
and all the rest of that crap.
Which had many realisations thrust
upon it like so much bad
food at family gatherings.
Which ended with thunderously underwhelming
normality, sat in a quiet room hoping
for more adventure in The New Year.
© Muhammad Butt 2006
(01/1/06)