Here is another in my series of Dr Cogito poems
Dr Cogito brings his mind to heel
Dr Cogito brought his mind to heel
And made a long list, a dark inventory
Of all the errors of his errant mind.
The unfinished manuscript on dark power.
The poems that returned formality
To its customary esteem.
His escape attempts,
breaking from his lifelong cell,
To reach into the charmed circle
Where the potentates dwell.
Broken diets. Failed regimes
That exercised his core strength.
Abandoned readings. Forlorn petitions
To those who do belong
In some salon or cafe in the great city
Where the infinite conversation
Proceeds in exalted time,
Somewhere beneath his daily dream.
The one time he interpreted Borges
As a fantasist of parthenogenesis.
The tears he spilled
On Boyd’s oils at Shoalhaven.
The winters – so many –
When the dim tide of his missing salts
Lapped the memory of a drowning child.
His ravings to the ethernet
On the latest thing he had read.
All the distractions from true purpose.
The fears that penned him.
His cravings for sweets.
The mentors he might have had,
If he were not like Parsifal
Lost and wandering through this crystal forest
In search of his once true name.
The longing for scholarship,
Its erudite footnotes and elegant forms,
So out of place in this hyper-linked world.
Songs of sorrow in memory of the dead
Whose suffering he sought to know.