Posted tagged ‘Elephant Prufrock’

At a Bar Where they’ve Read Some Eliot

April 16, 2016


At a Bar Where they’ve Read Some Eliot

So, I says to that wreck of an Archduke, I says,
hurry up please it’s time.

and he says to me, leaning across the bar, belly dragging through these slimy stumps
of vegetation ( why he don’t eat the olives, I just
don’t know) 
jug jug jug jug tereu–

and I says, I’m Madame
to you; I don’t care what
they says at Kew.

But then he gets so quiet–one of  those frosty
silences–I couldn’t even get a chirp,
so, I says, at last, what you need man,
is some water,
and on the rocks, he shouts,
(and even then I have to hold it
to his lips–
swallow swallow)

only in a flash, he goes
all mad again, breaking into some deep
sea shanty
mixed with London Bridge–

and if this is how
the unguented live—
cause I tells you he still did smell good
under the gin–
let me stick
to my people, the humble
people.  (One has to be
so careful these days.)


17th draft poem for April.  This belated for Angie’s prompt on With Real Toads, to write an upbeat poem based on words for Eliot’s The Waste Land.  I’m in a real rush today so posting much re-cycled pic–supposed to be based on Prufrock.   Thanks.

“I grow old… I grow old…/I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”

September 26, 2012


Happy Birthday T.S. Eliot! Who dared to eat a peach. (Born September 26, 1888- Died January 4, 1965.)

P.S. Eliot! Sorry that the elephant got so goofy!

P.P.S. After posting last night, the thought occurred that I should add glasses, though I really hadn’t intended the elephant to be good old Tom. But still, well, glasses on an elephant are hard to resist, so here they are. Then, at suggestion of other commenter, I added something else.