LARKIN'S HAPPY HOUR


An echo still heard
in unceasing wind
as if the first ray
tracing the sun
never singed or shined
on the snowy hands
over Mayfair England

Morning radio jazz
not Charlie Parker
after a sleepless
vision of dead letter files,
a golden retriever
losing his walker
on an unexpected gazebo
in a photograph
at Brighton as a bird
hovers by
a ditch water sea

No city speech
is ever a body language
of an cursory speaker
announcing a bank holiday
shadowing forth
his all-out optimism
as he ends his day
at a three star hotel
in a medley
of ill composed lyricism
as a bar tender
name Karaoke Tuesday
a former soccer player
who changed his sex
for his social affectation
passes out poppies.