Poems from Before My Time
All Poems © 1998 Maurice Dekker
ABBCCA
Let's go over to the Grand cafe
You might have seen it on your way
over here. the sky was grey
She knew she was to blame
The gratitude of fame
But I was too lame to say
DEO VOLENTE
I'm just lazy
And my clothes are too tight
There is no outside world
My flight out of this place
Cancelling directions
Channelling imperfections
Dreaming neon tubes
I'm such a dick
With an empty clotheshanger
Rest in bathroom toilets
Shower on a boil
Droppings from above
Ballroom majestics
Rhythm in my head
Calling you a wild card
Never was a trump
SHE DIDN'T CALL
It's getting late
The floor is cold
A CD plays
She didn't call
My hands are wet
They're shaking too
Wonder how come
She didn't call
The phone ain't dead
The plug's plugged in
I wonder why
She doesn't call
Maybe later
It's not that late
There still is time
For her to call
And don't call me
'Cos I'll call you
That's what she said
But still no call
It's 4 am
I go to bed
I close my eyes
And hear the phone
I pick it up
And shout Hello
It was a dream
She didn't call
I fall asleep
And dream again
And know for sure
That she will call
INSPIRATION
Nothing left to write about
All my sources gone
Have to wait until my time
To get them back on line
I'm waiting now for weeks
For someone to call me
'Cos I cannot call anyone
Because they're never home
Some of them on holidays
Some of the come back
Some of them are working
But none have time for me
From those who are on holiday
I sometimes get a card
But I don't know when they'll be back
And so my search goes on
And some of them they have called me
But I just wasn't home
But when I am there's no-one there
On the other side of the phone
Now I'm sitting here
Like a zombie on my bed
Writing little poems
About what I just said
And gone's another day
Never to come back
I wish that I could do the same
But I keep coming back
I think I'll just give up this poem
There's nothing here to write
The only action left for me
Is flying with my kite
TEMPORARY DISPLACEMENT
I thought that I was somewhere
But now I don't know where
Somewhere seems so far away
For someone to be there
Nowhere is my place to be
Somewhere is for dweebs
If I was meant to be somewhere
He would have put me there
RETRO THOUGHTS
Big,
Bigger,
Biggest.
Small,
Smaller,
Smallest.
Gone
I WANTED TO SPEAK
A thousand thoughts a minute
And still it's not enough
I need at least a thousand more
To show her all me love
I WANTED TO SPEAK #2
And while I'm standing
With my feet on the ground
I'm drowning
Drowning in the grey
Of her eyes
Her pupils widen
My heart explodes
I stand before her
Knowing nothing
My head goes down
For the last time
I sink to the bottom
And die
In
Her
Eyes
...
A FLY'S LAMENTATIONS
Once I was happy
But I can't remember why
There's nothing to be happy about
When you reincarnate as a fly
MONDAY MORNINGS
I looked in the mirror
And expected to see
Practically anyone
Anyone but me