House on a Cliff over the Sea

A house by the cliff edge

Leaning towards the sea

A 200 metre drop

The sea sees this as a mockery to it’s power

A clear insult

Sending wave after wave

Each time, begging the cliff

To give him the house

By the cliff edge

 

The cliff denies them

By launching boulders at the sea

In fits of rage

The waves keep begging

Suddenly cottoning on to an idea

The cliff, refusing wave after wave

Not realising

The house slipping down

into the relentless waves

Of the sea

Smacking it’s lips

In anticipation

 

 

Cinema man

My head’s stuck

Forever in one moment

I can’t grasp it

But I can watch it

From the inside

My memory is unrealiable

I roll through the tapes

On a white screen

Blurred Images

Tampered with scenes

black silhouettes of men

I can see their laughter

I can feel my pain

It’s so real

It’s playing again

The Cinema Man

Repeating the same tapes

Over and over

Tampering with my memory

My reality