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The glory I betrayed is dormant now
Frozen in the muscle & sinew & bone
Of some John Doe no family will ever be able
To claim back from his pauper’s grave

The glory I betrayed is like the graffiti
On the wall being scrubbed away by new-age
Chemical agents & there will be no trace left
Though the grime behind the stain shall remain

The glory I betrayed was the glory
Of the chase
of wine & women
Not Marx & Lenin

The glory I betrayed is beyond my means;
Hoisted on a mast & bound
For the lands of Lost Property
& Complaints

The glory I betrayed is a flesh-wound
Self-inflicted in child’s play
To a backdrop
Of smoky jazz

The glory I betrayed was not sanctioned
By Country Club members quaffing bonded Scotch
It was dirty/beautiful schoolyard talk;
Attempts to interpret the Dream Seas secrets
As they were illuminated briefly by lightning

The glory I betrayed was in forgetting about
Peter Pan & Magic, but there was no
Choice the inner-voice cries,
For the defence never rests

The glory I betrayed in violent overthrow
Of all systems of denial
As specified in the Official Handbook
Of Backsliders

But despite all this…
Despite all this, I am not beyond consolation.
You see comrades, I know the revolution is coming…
As it always was… as it always will be

greg

Very impressive piece of work, Greg
Georges

Hi Georges,

I used to perform this piece as poetry with a couple of guys playing jazz guitar in the background. Nothing like music to add an extra dimension.

Appreciate your feedback. There is some great work going on here!

greg

Where can I acquire this "Offical Handbook of Backsliders"? Is it for sale on Amazon.com?

LOL

ME TOO!