LONGSHORE DRIFTING

I have been beached many times before

Cast up on some deserted shore.

But I fought back against the tide

I surfed the waves and took the ride…

Into the unseen.

Into the reversal of being.

And where did I land?

I landed in my lovers hands.

And wrapped up in her flaxen hair

I dried myself and wondered where,

Fortune would take me , what sights I would see.

I could never rest though I tried my best.

I had to walk into the battering storm

The storm that I took to be the norm.

One day I will drift into a sandbank.

This I know, and there I will grow

Into a fruitful palm free from danger and harm.

And then I shall stand roots deep in the sand.

And I will remain.

LONG GONE

The river’s running dry.

The coal mines have all been shut.

The mills are all closed down.

I’m living in a dying town.

The council is going bust

Machinery has turned to rust.

The young have all got old

The family silver has all been sold.

The local lads have gone to war

The police are not the only law.

The dogs are chewing on chewed up bones

Defaulters defaulting on unpaid loans.

But it’s good to be here back in the nest

I know it’s all changed and not for the best.

But we will survive go on to drive

Through this hiccup and we will pickup 

The pieces.

DRUNK AGAIN

The supercar is here.

I saw it as I drank my fifteenth beer

It flew up high into the air

And met with six pink elephants there.

When I had finished my thirteenth gin

I saw that supercar again.

It had turned into a swirling mist

Something tells me I am drunk..(ha).

It doesn’t always have to rhyme

But I find it does most of the time.