howzat??

blimey sometimes i wonders at myself! no worries about new poems just did one. i'm putting them in the new blue book. pity its a bit sticky[toothpaste!]. and tonight [babysitting plus after that go to work; nights again]...well i shall take my storyboard and have a wonderful time sticking things in that. so anyway i'm putting new one in here. now i've had quite a few in the gazette, but that doesn't really count. ppl say they like them well. on the other hand nobody in their right mind would say anything else. not when i'm that close, anyhow. so if i write it here anyone who wants to can say what they think. is it okay sort of thing? seriously. i want to know. but i think just the one. otherwise who needs to buy the book? so here goes.

The Image Of Man.


Astride their horizon,
Brass legs, bronze greaves,
Spartan. 10 feet tall
Armed wiith wars and razors
Sharp. These all Alexanders.
But its name is Ozymandias.
O masculine, the power of the male.
Little eyes, fat cruel lips
Gaping, clawing for some virgin
Clawing her terrified breasts.
All women are holes in the dark;
remembrebce of mans' image.
Are they not black Talos,
Menace treasure guarding?


Look inside, look inside, O seer
The brains buzz and roar, 'I am God! I am God!'
His loins clutch his bowels, howls 'I am God! I am God!'
But the tears in his heart cry for pity.
The tears in his heart say, 'he is not'.

x

well is it any good? gerry.