‘Ebb and throw’
Portsmouth 17th March
Awake 5:23 – listen – close my eyes
I watch
as he stumbles
towards bare wood
lightening struck Wood
focal point of finality
she follows
6 paces behind
knowing
dreading the
quiet
inevitable parting
but too scared to touch
as he sits upon
riverside rock
he turns
red shirted
catching her gaze
eyes revealing questioning
not tear
guessing the time
before his passing
while behind them
he
shouts ‘Paris
France’
falling to the floor
knocking
on heavens door
I cry
snooze
switched off
laying still – unmoving
pretending I am never leaving
passive by the river as she watches me
what to say?
wake?
————- concentrate ————–
C ON c eNT rate
suddenly – finally the build finishes
in my head I am up alone – tea – spam on twitter – toast 8am
hunt under
stairs for
‘thin’ wood
find
cut
shape
smooth
drill
fill
finished
i have made again
will i
sleep
or lay
planning
compiling
secrets
before
system talk
tomorrow
