An early poem along the same half-light, half-serious lines of a disabused man ruefully reflecting was "February 1981," written in the same month and year of the title and posted here on 16 February 2012. A more recent poem is "Well Met in Dorking," written in August 2013 and posted here on 18 July 2015.
--------------
There’s barely a day without its fight,
The bills backed up, the children foul,
Reproaches hurtling left and right,
The woman scornful like a big-eyed owl;
Oh marriage, commitments, are all very well
But they light up a path to a freezing hell,
Where two are pinioned flank to flank
And shackled with bricks and mortar:
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
And workplace assessments are soul-damning trash,
“Yes-ing” and “no-ing” in a conference call,
Make a poor showing and your job’s gone smash,
Future and pension thrown to the wall;
The Director of Colleagues was coolly phlegmatic,
More Mephistopheles than wisely Socratic,
He was permed, silk-suited and suavely swank,
But his nod sent lambs to slaughter:
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
Oh, at night when the sky is black as a cloak
And the bedclothes dank with fear’s own sweat,
I tug and tear at this cosmic joke,
Finding mere molecules clumped and ill-met;
What justifies, confides a meaning,
To the human animal coiled and keening?
Will the solar wind, unconscious, blank,
Scatter us, quarter to quarter?
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
===============
© June 2020
--------------
There’s barely a day without its fight,
The bills backed up, the children foul,
Reproaches hurtling left and right,
The woman scornful like a big-eyed owl;
Oh marriage, commitments, are all very well
But they light up a path to a freezing hell,
Where two are pinioned flank to flank
And shackled with bricks and mortar:
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
And workplace assessments are soul-damning trash,
“Yes-ing” and “no-ing” in a conference call,
Make a poor showing and your job’s gone smash,
Future and pension thrown to the wall;
The Director of Colleagues was coolly phlegmatic,
More Mephistopheles than wisely Socratic,
He was permed, silk-suited and suavely swank,
But his nod sent lambs to slaughter:
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
Oh, at night when the sky is black as a cloak
And the bedclothes dank with fear’s own sweat,
I tug and tear at this cosmic joke,
Finding mere molecules clumped and ill-met;
What justifies, confides a meaning,
To the human animal coiled and keening?
Will the solar wind, unconscious, blank,
Scatter us, quarter to quarter?
I know a sign on the river bank –
“Strong currents. Deep water.”
===============
© June 2020