David Dobson: Two Poems

Joan Vollmer Learns to Dance

Where are you now, William Tell? the bard is spinning his characters
 in shadowplay of sin and I ascend on a staircase of lead
as epistemophiliac professors spouting Camus and scratching 
nonsense poetry into the gizzards of the soul taste regret 
on the speeding lips of death

Outside itself the body is wrapped in visions of magnetism,
 the body is the architect of our renaissance
 and the body will not be silent

Sing your love songs at Man baby,
 the body is yours the cryptic deliverer;
Dalí stands at the foot of the bed and laughs
 as camembert clocks ooze and drip liquid time,
 howling at the universe from the spinning eyes of
 the marionettes in the bullet ballet.

Visions of England 

Bear me away you skeletal white saints of the night
 as the dawn’s red tears break over my bed,
 funeral dirge rising from the electric larynx
 of hairy-armed poets who make love
 in the swirling heat of gonzo journalism
 and England’s apocalyptic dream-vision!

England you are the trigger and the blood!
Empire’s sperm will shelter your eyes no longer
 when you kick away the chair and double-vision knowledge
 of the seven circles guides you around your head 
England soon you’ll know that the world belongs to those
 who hear the wind singing in Greek;
 who speak in great rambling streams 
 and sweat verse into their steaming post-coital shrouds;
 who hollowed out their stomachs which now echo with chorus of poverty;
 who share a single eye and watch the people carved from stone
 as they cook Death in a pot with rare herbs;
 who know that Fate ran away years ago and nothing ever had a reason;
 who were begot clinging to melancholy’s pendulum as it swings
 and cheers with every tear that jumps blissfully into the abyss;
 who drink nightly of that intoxicating draught 
 the liquid smoke of burning lust;
 and who dope up with Ginsberg’s angelheads
 and throw the covers over your grey dying light

England please believe us you’re beautiful
 but it’s us who exist not you

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