POEM IN TEN MOVEMENTS

1st Movement


Piano that goes
Burlesquing about the room
                                   Sidles over
                                   In trip
                                         ping keys
           To note a change
In atmosphere

To connect
               A disparate tone
And resolve
                A dissonance
That comes from
Being old and
  [[Out-of-tune]]

-seeks to
slip around
the fingers
seduce
with tones
darksome
tippling

full of the treachery of whiskied hands
                                   that fail to command
a sultriness                  coming from
agéd experience
                                   that rinses rookies
that leaves words at a loss
                                   making obsolescence
an impact of rhythm that belongs
in another spatial zone
                                    one that could cull
even the curving cadences of highs and sharp
turns
                                   in one sense
                                   a less immediate
                                    consequence of
                                   the coming
In another the complete
coming together
Of some
Squandered key note

Some speech
Of tickled and tinkered
Ivories



2nd Movement


The imitations
Of//somethings
Tend to ward
The creation
Of//betterthings

And nurse
A faculty
For potentate
Proliferations
//that step outside
The usual

Please…
The usual
Has been
               Nothing of the sort
And noting that
Please
A drink
               For stiffened hands
Cold mouths
That need warming
Up
To
‘company      a set that you don’t much
               Desire

That much you don’t
                               Deride
Because that much more
Is that lot less\\ than if…
Loss was left to the collexion
Then drawing lots
Would
             Be
               More
Re warding
Of something so fine tuned
               As the creation
Of the instant
               That took hold

Grasped and gasped for air
To breath and
Propagate// that left::
An after taste
               Of the afterhours
Club that could

Not
Be culled. Could not. Be. Could be. Called

[[Out]]



3rd Movement


In the same
Turn of
               Phrase
             You
Get
The turn
Of
               A person
And the turn
In a piece
//      [[   Is a tw iste d ]]
thing

The turn
        In a twist
Is a flashing \\Occasion
To be
Obscured
        Under A microfilm
For replay

A non-instant
Image
     Pat-tern
Is the cause
Of hardwork
And craft

Grafting
Onto an image
A skin
Of film//
        Is a protection
        Against future
        Undecided

In favour
Of the::

     Bookpage
That
Isn’t
Leafed
     Dogged
          Isn’t read
Emptied
    Of
//Purpose//

Suppose the::

Suffusion
Of
//Purpose//

for
Concept
sequestered
garlanded
questioned
scored and played.



4th Movement


Clefting
The key
That
Drinks
For joy
The bloodied
Stars

Causes
The//curtailment
Of the raising

The writing
Of a lyric(k
One that kicks
Screams with the sheen
Of//angsted
Tungsten notes
Loded
With a weightiness
//punishing [[finger-tipps]]\\
Wearily splintered
In the plunging
Of kracked fingernails
Calloused tips
That scant pay
//offered as
Apologee::

The improbability
Of music(k-ality
Is amusingly
Mesmerisinggly

Flitted over

By the lint-lined-pocketers

w/ poplexity
Inferiorities

               Which mirror-mask
               Infidelities toward
               The serious…

Linimental
That lathers
Softens
The blow
That lilts
In the progression

Causing the shakes//
Cessation of a present
For a change



5th Movement


The preciseness
Of execution
Is eloquent
In it’s sustenance
            Of the thematic

The drama
               unravelling
In front of//
               Draped as curtain
About the frame
               Skeletal
Music(k:: jangling like bones
brokenn
Splinterd

Chipping
//unflatring

In a clamour
A rush for::
A resolution of the movement
               A return to a gap
For bridging
               The joinery
               A welding
Of steels
            That flay about
                                In
Dis
   Cho-rd-ance//infantryisms
In need of reg
               i
               men
                   tay-shen
Man-u-facture
A [[fac-- - tory]] performance
                                   Not
So easily mechanised
                                   For
Efficiency - only the fluency
Of the playing
                   Matchable
In a game way



6th Movement


Themes built on edifying music(ks
On hungry stomachs
On garbled air
That reeks of genius
And could be quelled
By a single body shot

Smoke-screened
Couldn’t but help
The iced careen
Of careless bum-notes

A wind-whis’lin reed
That drags us
Jungled forward
Dashing
Cigarette-stretched
Sssskin

Nervous energy
Voluble
               Verbose
                    And saying little enough

But containing
In brilliant bursts
               Something
Otherwise
Un-acquire-able//
                    Can’t hardly contain
The [[una-ttain-able]]

A consistency of clapping
               That callipers
To measure        The mood

That cuts out
The concerto
That calls
Up for the instant

A breathlessness
In per-formance
The formation
                    Of
Something ever so exxtra
sensitive



7th Movement


Culminative
Yet catastrophing
Seminalists

                    Count-out
Signatures
Figures for demolition
Scantly
Prepared
               And scantily-worn
                    Moments
Iridescent and
                    Re-ffract-ing
Plunking
Warped under
The weighted brass-notes

Weltering
In spot-light
Glare-caressing
- [[Cheek-kisst]]

Cuneiform
Simplicities
Tangle-codexed
Dissemination

From
        Finger-travelling
Ginseng-ed muscularities
Of tone
        Modalised//



8th Movement


The moment
Of slow-lagg

A drop off
In the instrumentation
That cyclical
Spools
A weavement

A crouching
Pluck of impish//
[[Mischieved]]
Sounds

        Laying in wait
In a ditch      of slowtime
Schooled and honed
Limp caresses
                     Of the keys
Lackking definition

                     Contsruction
Of escape-route
Melodies
                Mannerism rush towards
An exit-sign
Unsurity
        Remains crouched and skittish//

                                         //beyond
Corollary of previous-- - movement



9th Movement


interluding curl-script
for the sight-read
the score cut up and loosed out
to the leasable
cocked for the ear
//to prick
-le

prickling
sharping
dagger
needle-threading

[[spine-tapper]]

clasping aplomb

unflinchingly stretching
thematic(ks

soft subtle voice
goes
morbidly
and happily//
                to
                nothing



10th Movement


For a finality
Pushing itself into relief
Utter
Ragged
//
callous-consumptive
tips
clearing the last notes along
in an orderly
                pile
calibrating
momentous

&&spindling
                intrepid
[[flourish-mentt]]

perspirating
conceptuals//
                cooking
                black-hot images
//to photogene
and keep as memory

wearied and …

contemplative
of the cards decked
and chopped
to cut out

dealsome
and head-dropped

pattern-lost
jazz-thick

self-consumptive
-- - in the now

and coda
plucked
shapes

carve out finishing
seconds

to wear away the last – and leave a silence
in a gap
to cause the wash over
                resonant feel
signal
// the close.




After This Is England

After This Is England





Bio:

David Toms is a young poet and student in UCC, Ireland.