Please Sir can I have some more? (A poem for my life)
Very early on I winked at the post-lady
and that set a pattern for many years.
When I was five I wore a dress
aand worshipped the sun,
my neighbours thought I was deranged.
By ten my art teacher
realised
I'd pre-dated Jackson Pollack
with strange blacks, purples and greens.
I wore pink scarves and frilly shirts
and the boys seemed quite nervous
and Dad a wartime officer
would erupt quite often.
Results weren't too good either
'could try harder'
An eleven plus failure
daydreaming pink blockhead.
Later I sat on benches, coffee houses
and watched as a new generation emerged
and took LSD, cannabis and speed
dated Italian girls and
was additicted to sex and the night.
I walked on hot burning coals,
not a mark but was disorientated
until I walked in front of traffic
and was saved from behind by Jane Fonda.
My hair was green, sometimes blue black or red
well long but have none now
Done many things, had many lovers.
Not too sure if I'm a man
coz I've not had syphilis, gonorrhea scabs or scabies
haemorrhoids, hepatitus or appedicitus
and don't read men's mags.
Never hit anyone with my fist
and I hope I never have to.
I've spent time in a Buddhist monastery
learnt to meditate a bit and was
brushed by grace (that's not a woman).
A seeker of truth who's still looking
and an enigma to my friends.
I'm a lunatic Aquarian and
I so love flowers and
have been around the block
at least a dozen times
and don't want to stop.
I've been a bad boy,
a healer, hypnotherapist,
mystic and shaman
late night freak and vegetarian
a nomad and gravedigger
a son a father and bereaved husband.
I've been lost and found, absolved
punished, rewarded and
stared death in the face
but it didn't work back then
yet I guess I know the way.
I've looked into God's eyes
and held her hand
miracles have happened
and sometimes they don't.
There 'aint much I haven't
done or seen and I still have to be discovered
Black night has a million starry eyes
I'm some sort of gypsy, so
please Sir can I have some more?