Rough Draft

Quick draft before bed.

Life is fading,

In and out of moments,

Beauty, History, Time

We pass through each moment and sometimes we feel we should

Cling

Photographs, A diary

Your name on a park bench

I was here, I am history

Don't forget me

The appeal of routine,

Concrete words,

Brick, Done, Cunt.

It feels good in the gut,

Like your rooted to the ground,

A tree, thousands of years and you just watched,

The lives go by.

Your life is infinite,

And will breeze across the earth,

You'll always be here.

Don't be scared of what could end it,

And the moments that leave you,

Let it fade.

For that moment, for one second, was everything in the world.

Le Pain Maudit

He made his way towards the crowd

Their whimpers mixed with the crackle of fire

And each sodden face illuminated orange

As the bakery burnt down in flames

But t’was not the bakery they wept for

As he joined them he could hear

Gasps, a twisted neck

Eleven year old hands wrapped around a mother’s throat

And the boy shakes in silence with a look

Only the possessed can possess

And they will all watch as he slowly kills her

But not he, our hero, who forces himself through

The infinite crowd to save her

Heaving bodies helpless with heartbroken sobs

And he will get no closer, only deeper inside

Lost in their grief and eventually, collapse

And through their feet their eyes will meet

And he shall watch the final tear streak

Of the mother who died of Diethylamide

Daffodil

I am just buzzing

With life! Oh please get me

A drink of water

Sunshine petals, ah!

Doesn’t your garden look nice

With little old me

I’m quite tired now

I’ll curl up into the ground

And sleep until spring

Poem About a Clown