THE INTRODUCTION TO KELP SEAWORTHY
BEGANS WITH THE RE INTRODUCTION
OF THE SOUNDS OF FRUSTRATION
EACH WORD SPEAKS
TO THE NEED OF BRINGING
CREDIBLITY BACK TO
A WORLD WERE
FLINKLE DINKLE DORKS
FLURISH.
PER- DIGGLE
DIFFLE DA- WORPER DOO!
YET THEIS DOGGLE DIFFA'S
ARE SPOKEN OF AS
THEY ARE GITTLE GOOB GAFFERS!
(LAUGHING, SMILING)
BUT WE KNOW THEY
ARE DINTLE DAGGLE DERF!
FLINKLE FLIG AH FLUFF!
SWITTLE SINTLE DIFFA DEW!
MR. KELP SEAWORTHY, MIGHT WE SPEAK LIKE
MIFFLE WOFA DIFF'S?
HUH? CAN WE TALK LIKE WOFA DIFF'S?
OR ARE WE GONNA, STAND OUT HERE
AND ACT LIKE
WE ARE SUM-AH LUMMA DINKS
AND MIFFLE DANK DIGGLE DEW!
MISTER: OF COURSE NOT !
OLD FOLKS
Gone those elder-respecting days -
An ancient could well topple over
As uncouth youth speeds around him
The Walmart express departs
My God!
Look what’s been left behind –
A multitude of invisibility
A moss grown obsolete
Decrepitude on slow parade
Antediluvian yes
But stored with lost value
And sense of a valued protocol
What is thought of as 20s showmanship
Has for most these gaffers and hags
genuine sweetness
And selfless humble humanity
What is lost?
Lost is that hopeful neighborhood
Of togetherness –
The virgin feel of flesh
Only sensed in imagination
Those first daring touches
And a certain joy of discovery
Ingrained through early years of
Experiment and experience
Yes all this lost in wrinkles of course
But the spirit might be reviewed
If only now could take a look
Dave Austin – age 87