Whistlejacket, or A Step Onto the Green

True story...

Whistlejacket, or A Step Onto the Green

One day the shyer decided to take to the roads.

And it walked through the streets,
smiled upon by a buddhist monk,
like a middle aged man
with thin hair under
placards selling hair transplants
its mind moving like a beggar
in the garden of St. Paul's
or an orthodox Jew
climbing through the windows
of one tube waggon
to another
finding nothing
but small
paper planes,
ready to fly
but not
able to.

Reaching the river
its bones looked human,
but who could truly tell,
and its teeth gently
scattered over the beach next to
a glove it would never put to use

And half talking to itself
and half to the artist
sitting nearby in a wheelchair
it stood and mused:

I should take up meditation.
Otherwise
I will always stay a fresh
and complicated fool.