Friday, March 16, 2012

Songs Of Spring



A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats & Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats & Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside
& we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves & hates
& passions just like mine
They were born
& then they lived & then they died
seems so unfair
& I want to cry

You say:
 "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
& you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, & I've heard them said
100 times, maybe less, maybe more

If you must write prose & poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarize or take "on loans"
There's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
& who trips you up & laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up & laugh
When you fall

You say:
 "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
& then you then produce the text
From whence was ripped
 Some dizzy whore, 1804

A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
& I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats & Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
& I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats & Yeats are on your side
But you lose because Wilde is on mine
Morrissey/Marr
1985

1 comment:

  1. Oh.....Morrissey!! Was hoping you would do him on his birthday in May but saw that you did him last year!

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