Sunday, 14 January 2018

Poem 38

Two turns
Black, blue, pink aside
Come late, play dead, sit still
Backwards the sound, mute left channel
Layers of magnetic pinball wizzards
Semi light adobe, smoking trails
Close, running tracks, skate pipes
Descend the hill, scaffold ropes
Dangling like snakes, run
Make for fun, gist of life
Too grand a dream to grasp
Night, tucked in bed, silence

Wondering, what if