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My Bohemian Brother and other poems

My Bohemian Brother and other poems
My Bohemian Brother

O! My bohemian brother!
Dweller of a blue boat

A soft song perpetually resides
On the neck of your little vessel
You stand on the narrow deck
Coloured in yellow sun,
Fed on blue berries,
With a discordant beer mug 
And a murky laughter
You sing unawares
— a song without words
You don’t know me and 
We are civilised 
       — apparently



So I can only lisp in 
— "Hi ! Hello!" 
Although you know 
I celebrate our human bond
With each step and each breath
I take over the path to I watch you!


                      (For an unknown boat-dweller 
                       on the Thames near Oxford) 



Promise of Peace

I assured you that I will lead you
To the promised land

Now be calm and take control
Displace your ancient sorrows  
Into other more recent contexts

Abuse the kettle for boiling noisily
The knife for cutting too sharply
The salt for not being salty enough
The sugar for not being sugary enough
The honey for not being sweet enough
 
Keep your eyes not in the direction of your pain
Look obsessively at where I stand
Find fault in the way I appeared — to some
The way I spoke — to some
I will use each abuse in a particular way
To keep you from distress

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