The legend of Ronnie rickets

Rickets under the armpits
Ribs like saws and daggers
Boulders on my lungs
I’m walking like a beggar

Dark clouds cross the river
The crows are going crackers
My name is Ronnie rickets
I’m the leader of the zebras

a. The harvesters
Have been passing by
Even their children
Are carrying scythes

An army of harvesters
That stretch from moon to sun
Are walking by
Some are stained by blood

The enemy shadows had to fall now
And their faces become un-seeable
But till the army stretches
From the mountain to the ocean

Home is the sailor from the ocean
Home is the sailor rom the sea
Took up his guitar and went to a bar

Ronnie rickets was a rock and roller
He lived above the seagull inn
Everyone loved Ronnie rickets
His music made everyone sing

b. Listen, you monsters of blood
To the singing voice
Of the mothering woman
The pleasant voice
Of the laughing children
That you have put behind bars

Listen, you monsters of blood
To the silence of the trees
As they turn their faces away from you
Listen to the clashing of clouds
High up in the sky like distant steel

Listen, you monsters of blood
To the earth that quakes
It is caused by the dead of war
Rising from their graves to get you

Listen, you monsters of blood
At the sun cries out
Giving birth to fire and light
In which you will perish

c. The gloom of the nations is here
Sliding down the mountains

The gloom of the nations
Is touching the cities
In lightning flashes out of mud
They crumble

When the gloom of nations need water
The sea level rises like the back wash
Of a giant monster
And down they go
Like anvils into mud

Ronnie rickets
Came to town
Riding on a donkey
And in his pockets
A bunch of keys
To open up the zonkie

A day in the life of Ronnie rickets
Rock and roll hero
Heartthrob king
Get to the vendor
And buy your tickets
Come and see the rock rebel sing

The prison bars fell from the sky and trapped me
Those people they all seem to laugh at me

It is said that he kept a diary
The secrets of the world to tell
In the last entry of his diary
Was his decent into hell

This idea began when I had a bout of shingles and tried to describe it, but I forgot the name of it and called it rickets instead. Then I heard a voice outside my flat, an east-end voice. I tried to imagine who the person might be and I came up with Ronnie rickets. Then I somehow began writing apocalyptic poems and I couldn’t connect them to things. Later on, I imagined Ronnie as being a sailor that when he returns home likes to play his music in local bars. The thing that mysteriously fits it all together is that he keeps a diary and rites down in it his experiences

further notes: the time is late 1950- 61. Ronnie is a merchant seaman. the zebras are his band. one is Chinese, one is west African and one is American. the gull inn is in narrow street with the river Thames as a backdrop. his girlfriend is half Chinese. he has his three strange visions while in a Chinese opium den.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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