Yes sir, Mr. Young Sir!

Roll Over, Robert Frost

… like, this is so totally outside Doom Family Values, but what the heck:

Big hat tip to Ray Pellecchia at Seeking Alpha for putting me onto this. And like the man says, we’ll keep this up while we can …

                    Golf

Three chimneys are the elliptic focus of my everyday
East at home
North crossing the bridge
North-west while drinking tea

I don’t see them from the gym
Hurling spit and dumbells at the ceiling
My pair adding to less than either in the hands
Of the trained killers who surround me

The ugliest dullest buildings
Hold romantic mystery
For those to whom the doors are barred
But one carrying the right card
Might stride right to the centre
Of the Sanctum Sanctorum
Twice a day for forty years
And think no more of it
Than a letter carrier
Walking the west bank of Agricola

One summer you orbited in an tighter circle
But found it dull
Organized a pile of hard copy
From a smaller pile of floppies
You were so bored
You decorated the first
With a stick-man scenario
And spent weeks
Dreaming up stupid variations

Daughter   you have no idea
How important it was

The themed cartoons
On the covers of
Twenty volumes of a Safety Manual
Were as precious to the engineers
As the painted stick south of the airport
They all saluted every night
Driving home to Truro

(2003)