Titles for the Heart.

i.

Monuments confined as shelf souvenirs seek titles for the heart.

ii.

On the threshold of visibility token policemen parade uniformity.


iii.

Life´s infinite variety & assortment has its funny side.

iv.

Donne´s fair trade winds sail for spices, offices, riches galore
& takes as most prized possession she his bedside cabin companion.

v.*

In the street the multitude are a tamed jungle ruled by the forces
Of a woeful mythology & the peculiar presences which
Attend this world & once magical word that time´s usury erodes.

* JLBorges. The Gold of Tigers. Preface to The Unending Rose.

vi.

After beat is subordinated to serve prose a fallacy ensues.

vii.

Moon through the window spot lights a dust flecked stage to an invitation.

viii.

War & work is the therapy for our sickness.
Each day, each new next moment´s grace,
We hurtle headlong on the threshold of chaos
Face facing the abyss upon our face:
But you perilous human, alone in the riot,
Mere spectator, shrouded in the dark hood
Of your mind, blink between pathos & ethos.

ix.

Showboat at the fair, stars ferment to popcorn seeking titles for hearts.
I watch in vain, the sail open as a rose & the deck its vine, again.*

* Old Ships. J E Flecker.

Fin.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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Such is my Humanity