Changed it a little

HISTORY LESSON (JET JET BLACK)

we wuz having our
obligatory history lesson
back in ’69 at the
old Settlers’ High School
Bellville in the Cape

Mr Meiring doing his thing
to explain the Coloured people
without reference to
miscegenation,
in a racially divided,
apartheid
South Africa, that
most taboo of words

and me and Marilyn,
the Jewish beauty I was
already
kind of love with
were giving him a right liberal
dose of critical stick
for
with all due respect, if
you believe that
you will believe anything

and
long before we knew
anything
about this theory

long before
we heard (if we ever did)
of superposition, probability,
twin-slit experiments
and
quantum field wave
front collapse

generating (and this the
crazy, crazy
beyond
Mick Jagger, kaleidoscope,
psychadelic Alice in Wonderland,
genuine orthodoxy) multiple
universes
constantly splitting off
from each other

and
quantum theory going
science fiction on us, wouldn’t
you believe it

we saw
the history of our future in
every conceivable variation

saw
the Springboks lose in 95
Bafana triumph
in 2010

saw the two planes a week ago
clip the roof

of the stadium
saw a future where
half the class
had married black

saw an alternate past
where
the dinosaurs never copped it

and me and Marilyn, even
Meiring in our
lovely brash
T-Rexness, no worries
there whether
our wonderful scaled skin were
gorgeous emerald
or crimson, (king
crimson) pearl white,
caramel or jet
jet black

GO OUT SINGING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

GO OUT SINGING
UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

on your last legs
you old stage prancer

living (still) legend
wish I were
there for your
rock Götterdämmerung final

owing you so much
could have
owed you so much more
you loveable lithe lion
of a man
king of rebels (rebel
beast)

yes could have
been deeper in your debt
if I had
heeded your call
had the courage
to answer it
internalize the message
learn
to love, live with
my demons, be cool
under shadow

with that last song
it is
the end of an epoch
not just an era

end of life
as we know it, under
this configuration
constellation
of stars

history will
forget, as it is won’t
your
name Michael Phillip

but not
that riff, that rhythm
that
supreme satisfaction

one
two

and so
last song under moonlight
then
the cosmos give you shelter

go wherever you
now go to

bearing the knowledge,
fully aware
that you are

not there alone
have a piece of my soul