Goya Beholden

Some Fly — Journeyman’s Poems

Truce To The Behold Rule OF Alloting Time

Some fly; some blot

Whereas another is dashed

Another one jeered

Some fly; some dice the barrel

Before being loaded into a

Roulette — a cooing spindle

Before being ejected

God could know where —

While most never ado

Some fly; burdening god that final flight

Some slay whilst another would bite his tongue

So fly: Why don’t you, my meager Journey’s Man

Hold steadily and grip the farce

Binding the heart

Some fly and some just do.

Knocking to the skull, an untempted beat —

Thud — thud — thud;

Rashing the norm, holding open the door —

For a furnisher of the might;

You seize your days as the mighty would,

Therein outside, belies the remains

Of a heated Osprey’s nest

Burnt down and culled —

Gumping and haphazardly gay

To the stealing rhythms

Which picks you up as a stray

To no friendly sway, to the circles

Sometimes; it is time —

As no longer does the Osprey check it’s

Right eye — for a fleeing sight, is all but nigh.

So fly: Why don’t you, my meager Journey’s Man —

Hold steadily and grip the fence;

You ask me:

Why should I fly? Why some do, whilst some others, never do —

You call to a songbird to sing its song

But you’ve never heard it sing before

So how could you answer that call without ever knowing

Heretofore remains your luck

Down and out

Bidding the heart on and on —

Some fly and some just do.

Some fly and some stall —

Some never take flight, to begin with

Some are shot during the hunter’s season —

Some are, whilst some others be

Some are becoming, some never deepening

In toil and despair

Hubris calls for the bounty thick

Wherein a kinder one is hurtled down

For giving a penny to spare the world’s human change

Some are, whilst some fly

While another remains as you do

Here to this piece, just for a little while —

Thank you for giving me that little while;

As we both are, to sojourn by

The notion-away of poetry

That assembles the undignified darkness

Into the forbearance braced — to forbearance portrayed.

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