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The Speed Merchant

THE SPEED MERCHANT

‘…If he could’ – he most surely would
If you pay him the money

He’ll cut down your trees
as sure and as fast as can be

He’s the nature man, the gardening man
The tree-felling guy
as sure as – the implements in his hand

Steely grasp of his command
Buzzing saw – clippers – and spade
Trowels galore – sacks on the floor

Overalls – (stained green against their blue)
In and out of hedges and prickles
And thorns and bushes and trickles of goo

Head start in the morning – early lunch –
and then he’s through

He did it in record time –
each time
a new goal he sets
and sweats – and jets
around the garden like an aeroplane

He’s mindful of insects and possible rodents
As he stops to examine
and has the time to do…

All of the things associated with grass and tree

Down it comes branch by branch
and trunk and all

The birds chirping their dismay
Chirping a lament at habitat gone

He’s no sooner said than done
He has done it all before

He will ask and explore
the possibility of – you wanting more

‘What about that unsightly ivy?’

‘Get rid of it – is surely what
you want…?
Impatient sales talk –
breaking into a rant

When you decline
out of breath he

gasps –

‘I’m on my way…’

Another garden
to tackle – attack and dismay

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What life will it be?

POEM

What life will it be?

 

What life will it be?

Fast paced – notch it up
by increments evermore
Boiling point does that describe it?

Grab grab grab
at all –
and whatever
Frantic pace – keep on moving

Sweat breaking

Into top gear
travelling at the pace of
the ascending rocket
Passed 54321…

What’s that, what’s this?
What knowledge cram – can I do next?

Epitome of fashion
Best of all the world
Material connivance
Sophistication a la contrivance
Illusions of grandeur
Creating an effect
Conjured up enjoyment
for momentary pause

Add more to the shopping basket
Get get get
Lust fulfilled

Best of stuff
Got it all – love it most

Relationship – I’ll have one of those
Short lived
Not on the wavelength

Twenty…thirty…forty…

Time to slow down
Sit on my laurels
Ease back
As though to inject

Freeze and reflect
Freeze and reflect

Up again – don’t know any better

That’s mine and that’s mine
and “Take your hands off that…”
and maybe another relationship?

And here I am
Still living in this hotel suite
– the whole top floor

And here I am – an old man

And here I am – got the daily papers

Got the breakfast the way I like it
Every day the way I like it

Now it’s time to pass away.

No time for that
My brain
racing racing racing

Body go! –
body too slow

Frustration

Grumpy old man

Humbug –

It’s cold in here
‘Waiter there’s a draft…’

Stupor…just stupor

Who said that?

What afterlife will it be?