A little festival
This great invention
to display our emotions of wanting:
to turn pain on Earth
to make you smile
“I’m here for you”
there’s nothing left because you knew.
…I’ve posted this poem about 10 times and each time I post it the format looks awful. This is my final attempt of posting it so please forgive my poor soul if it appears shit.
I saw a tear on my left leather boot
last Wednesday evening.
I continued to wear them
because they still carried out their duties,
such as walking through tinnitus, beacons and illusions.
I knew they weren’t in a good condition.
Now I’m sat in a hospital.
My skinny jeans are restricting me
and I watch patients float through on trolleys.
The medics behind are camouflaged
and their voices contrast.
I wish I wasn’t so arrogant.
Last night I dreamt of the
Its eyes were comparable,
its colours were interminable,
its voice was admirable.
I followed its song
through that short night
and when I woke up,
it was next to me.