Stacking Shelves

I’m bored of the minutes

Time shooting fast bullets

Some I miss

 

I think of the glory

Fighting for a flag

While my every move is anticipated

By other men

Like pawns on a chessfield

But surely getting shot

Is better than stacking shelves

 

Used and tossed away

With a pittance

Locked up in some retirement home

At the age of 40

 

But surely it’s better than stacking shelves

 

 

Knocking Back the Wine

Have you ever dreamed

For someone else

Knocked back the wine

To the roof of your mouth

The fumes rising up

To massage the brain

In a red mist

Tantalising the nerve endings

Thinking of you

In a dream

Where I’m in a bar

And you’re sitting there

Under a spotlight

Everyone else in the dark

Everything is in slow-mo

Your laugh up and down

Your eyes dancing around with mine

Your lips longing

And hands wanting

I just want to dance with you

Clumsily, drunkedly all night long

Until the sun comes up

And we wait to meet again

When it goes back down

Because the dark

Gives meaning to the light

Knocking back the wine

Trying to get that dream again

 

 

Lay by the Shore

Let the waves roll around your head

Let the sand shift beneath you

Molding new forms

And the ocean sing songs

Through the throats of gulls

While grain by grain

Your body disolves

Back into the beaches

And your mind flies through the skies

Dropping back into the earth