Fetch eyes mind the black coal walls
blocking stars, crawls across glass telescope shards
shocking locked continents apart.
Oceans infinite deep tears cried,
from a billion child's eyes dried.
Dark impaired, ink dry. Sand parched ,
Like the bones of ancient scrolls skin-pulled
like a skin canvas across rib valleys and child hide.
Dissolve like dust bowls on a clown terror ride.
In a cattle truck clinging a tiny child 's side.
Mule rising foolish raining beer rivers staining shoes
shaking , changing drinking gears grinding through grieving
heaving, hulking foolish memory shoulders, grounded fallen
onto gravelled, sodden drunken swirling bodies, flung
in twirling circles, dancing from bars to pubs to
bum haunts and dumps, raise the bar with a bar tab
tip the waitress while she waits to escape ,
racing to skate by, delivering shots of fire
or fizzy amber globules like lamp shades ,
displaying an insincere smile whilst
males gazing through Mule haze,
brazen, squint eyes trained
making a paltry
mosquito swipe at
an amber beer
Aim again, this time connecting,
realising the rejection after being rejected again.
Hit the road, this time connecting with head and chin. That's enough its time to reverse and run like the wind.
by Paul Sinclair