String

Alternating with my Guru. Ladies and Gentlemen, please, a warm welcome for Mr.Tony Long! Pro čechy - básnický duet.

Cheap tape, chewed up and strung along

          The Gutter

Someone\\\'s song sung to sticks

Blown out of spring trees last night.

 

Windrush, tyrerush, tramspeak to a cracked case

 

Words binned, stillborn for want of meaning,

For want of a posterity that\\\'s worth talking to

 

Why write?

 

As a child

When you looked at

The end of the string

They gave you

Did you dare to ask

 

Why kite?

 

Compose a life-Long rhythm

From the words and strings you\\\'re given?

 

Glass-dust on the strings of fighting kites over Kabul

Clean cloth, patterns, pure skill at one end,

Ragged, filthy  underchild of the really, really poor at the other;

Dreams clash in a pure blue sky

And above the con-trails paint pretty doughnuts

 

Small guys ploys

Ever presage

The Big Boys´ Toys

 

Why spite?

 

Why bite?

 

Because that is probably the reason you were given teeth

Strings

Words

Things

For

 

Tone\\\'s final word (just before he fell to pieces-that\\\'s how all the good things usually go): \\\"Connecting...\\\"

 

 

 

 

 

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