.TheLookOut.
Office chair rotates
the lighthouse keeper on watch.
Quick! The boss is here!
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
some haikus
.MyDeath.
No escape from waves
slow numb acceptance of death.
Lost soul overboard.
.FencedIn.
Faded scars on arms
acts as a barbed wire fence.
Keeping things in place.
No escape from waves
slow numb acceptance of death.
Lost soul overboard.
.FencedIn.
Faded scars on arms
acts as a barbed wire fence.
Keeping things in place.
Monday, 15 February 2010
my final over
My final over approaches
these innings drawing slowly,
to a close.
Do I bat out these last few balls
in a blaze of rage and frustration?
Or continue as I have done
to play the meek safety?
These remaining balls
should be savoured
some showmanship with applause.
Please bowl them quick
please, lets get this over with.
Strike hard, well hit
try to take out others,
to cause pain and damage
to finally have an impact
before its too late.
Acknowledged nod from the bowler
a wry smile returned,
this, the last delivery.
Bone breaking crack, that impact
blood red ball rises up
a distraction as all eyes
follow upwards.
I'm already walking
to the pavillion
Ball caught, cheers to the fielder
the hero of this match.
I'm already forgotten,
me the last batsman.
these innings drawing slowly,
to a close.
Do I bat out these last few balls
in a blaze of rage and frustration?
Or continue as I have done
to play the meek safety?
These remaining balls
should be savoured
some showmanship with applause.
Please bowl them quick
please, lets get this over with.
Strike hard, well hit
try to take out others,
to cause pain and damage
to finally have an impact
before its too late.
Acknowledged nod from the bowler
a wry smile returned,
this, the last delivery.
Bone breaking crack, that impact
blood red ball rises up
a distraction as all eyes
follow upwards.
I'm already walking
to the pavillion
Ball caught, cheers to the fielder
the hero of this match.
I'm already forgotten,
me the last batsman.
journey onwards
Lost somewhere between
dusk and dawn
as numerous hole punched stars
look down shining upon
a vast black canvas screen.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
A well thumbed faded
worn timetable
buried deep in my jean pocket
marked off in pencil
these stops feel so haunted.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
Holding your invite
this platform
stood there with a old suitcase
with my intitals on
you dont board I dont alight.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
dusk and dawn
as numerous hole punched stars
look down shining upon
a vast black canvas screen.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
A well thumbed faded
worn timetable
buried deep in my jean pocket
marked off in pencil
these stops feel so haunted.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
Holding your invite
this platform
stood there with a old suitcase
with my intitals on
you dont board I dont alight.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
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