AHA! Blog audience! My nemesis!
Like a cheeky meerkat popping up and sticking my tongue out at you when you least expect it(tumbleweeds, abandoned groaning rusty playground, knackered gate swinging on its decrepit hinge, unimpressed crisp packet blowing on the half-arsed wind, starving devil cat who knew DAMN well I was talking to him looks over his shoulder to see who I was talking to – grrrrrr devil cat!), I’m back for a femto-second with a lil old quick and dirty poem I just scrawled for a sweet unexpected visitor; a kindred spirit who somehow managed to lift my head out of the open sewer of the last fortnight of my clown-ass life long enough to make me smile.
And god love you for that. Sorry I couldn’t spend longer on it.
Skin once soft now bark of oak,
contoured with the scars of war,
cracks where strength and spirit broke,
inside there are mountains more.
Beast of burden trudging on,
overwhelmed and underfed,
dreams and sweet delusion gone,
miles to go before my bed.
Hanging on and making do,
seeing to the others’ needs,
watching doubts and debts accrue,
cleaning clothes and picking weeds.
Water wheels and carousels,
round and round I chase my tail,
harbingers and poker tells,
spell grim outcomes out in brail.
Death march through a barren land,
no more if, but when it seems,
sunk by plots bad people planned,
scuttled by a thousand schemes.
Hanging on but unsure why,
too late now to find my feet,
maybe I’m afraid to die,
maybe things feel incomplete.
someone takes me by the hand,
somebody who knows and cares,
someone apt to understand.
Even when your night’s too dark,
even when your god is dead,
still there’s hope you’ll catch a spark,
hope for happy things instead.
Bleeds the terror from the night,
knowing love can break despair,
knowing sparks can still ignite,
knowing there’s still good out there.