Poem 146- Where Things Happen, Usually For The First Time

Where Things Happen, Usually For The first time- A dual poetic tableau of a Northern encounter written by me and the Guest Poet of the Month, Marc Joss.

Marc

For weeks, this sentence has been etched on my brain,

Mainly because it is rather comical and insane.

I witnessed it on a special visit to Liverpool,

Some may think he who put it on display is a fool,

But having been there in my girlfriend’s company for just a day,

The sentence “ Liverpool is where things happen, usually for the first time” is one I can say.

An eclectic cohort of international people, false 6 and a halves, my name in print,

Combined with a somewhat inevitable use of a meaningful word all came during this stint.

Saskia 

She looked up at the building and its oddly

Platitudinous, bizarrely factual and mildly humorous

Caption. She giggled and shared it with her

Companion.

It was her first time there

It was her first VIP excursion with him

It was her first encounter with the football

Commentating baker

And the first time they said what they said.

While laughing at the building she thought, maybe it was

Was always right. Things inevitably did, would,

Had to happen. Life would have to continue

To continuously provide first time experiences

For all. Maybe this edificial messenger was

The most impressive architectural clairvoyant

In the land.

If she would continue to have first

Times, as predicted by this ziggurat harbinger, she hoped

She would get to have them with him

And that they could continuously return the

Pride she felt for him in that setting in

All other contexts.