Marlborough Arms
Marlborough Arms
28 Oct 2017
Cacophony
Of voices colliding
Under low ceilings
Drowning the sound
Of Morning Has Broken
On the Tannoy
Contemplative
A man in the corner
Shoulders stooped over
Nursing a
Poetry
Ripples In The Pool
That pack of cigarettes
Ripples in the pool
A stone, wrapped with regrets
Ripples in the pool
Proving who is the best
Ripples in the pool
Memories laid to rest
Ripples in the
Afterthoughts
And so I’m dead.
By now I’ll know
If after-life has aught to show
Or whether it is nothing more
Than biochemical remains
That you’re consigning down below.
Yes, I’
Ode to W H Smith
Oh W H Smith, how I miss
The rows of sellotape
So carefully arranged between staplers
And ring reinforcements
The magazines on shelves of steel
That reached so high and stretched
Away, away
We Are Road Kill
We are road kill
Consequences
Cast aside
On a bloody road
To a non-existent heaven
November 17, 2015