Thursday, 22 December 2016

Oldtimer by Manuel Kneepkens

Oldtimer

And in Arcadia my father in his cult cabriolet, a Joyce Jupiter
The Bronze Age of Romans and Celts overshadowed
by the joycean hat brim of his Borsalino

And always in Valkenburg, on the top of the Cauberg
at the height of Klant's Zoo (closed for ages)
he called to me over his shoulder

''Are we rising, Sunny Boy?''

The entire Chalkland gushed green over my tongue
In my stomach the swirling Styx
came to a stop

Ah well, I wanted to belong to the Army
of Hellas' able-bodied men, however carsick I was before Troy....

''On the contrary we
                               D
                                  E
                                    S
                                      C
  E
                                          N
                                            D
                                              Darth Father!''

And our escape from South Limburg's labyrinth
had not yet begun......

(No way green hills! No way Deirdre! No way Sons of Usnach:

Foolhardy IRA-members, all of them!)

Poor daddy

Engineer Daedalus

Bloody Belfast

Manuel Kneepken (1942)
[photo Internet]




Original Title: Old Timer

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