My snarling flash drive
numbed my approach
as I drove fifty clicks
into the morning, still dark.
I did obeisance
to my tyrannical inbox,
it showed no mercy
to either side of the screen.
Everyone had an axe to grind,
not least of all me,
but the futureless kid at the traffic lights
would probably have settled for a pie.
I shovelled some cholesterol
into the gash in my face
and chased it down with coffee,
strong as the strongman
from the travelling circus,
I can't drink it any other way.
Much grinding of axes continued,
some of it by me,
but the forgotten old man at the traffic lights
may have settled for a pie.
My inbox, by late afternoon,
was plainly laughing at me,
and obeisance continued
on both sides of the screen.
As I drove fifty clicks
into the evening, now dark,
my snarling flash drive
hypnotised my retreat.
1st August 2018
Hollow eyes gaze emptily
trapped behind times window
in a futureless past
He is not gone
yet I grieve
Lost, he wanders
in the labyrinth
of elusive memories
He is not gone
yet I grieve
Reaching to touch
a fading sunset
alone
He is not gone
yet I grieve
As the light flickers
he struggles
in death’s infancy
He is not gone
yet I grieve
©7/5/2018
for Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
With each storm brings a new emptiness.
A wave of despair that can blind even the brightest light.
For the moment the truce holds with the beast.
But how much longer will it resist the flesh?
And the madness will once again course through the veins.
Like a whores kiss its sting will burn for eternity.
And the mockingbird will sing to the heavens
But the gods will do nothing.
And somewhere
The sunset will set.
The snow will fall.
And the race will be run.
And the message will be lost in the words.
Those who cannot accept loneliness
Can never accept death.
Yet the search goes on,
Desperate and unstoppable
Towards a futureless future.
And the fear of change stifles the mind into a partial suicide
That the body can neither fight for nor rage against.
Cowardice?
Strength?
Right?
Wrong?
There is always a way
And there is always a choice.
As morning breaks gently, night goes to sleep.
deep blue sky reminds me of the colour
of your eyes as you left, begin to weep,
you fade, horizons become much duller,
ripples create visions on calm waters
mist dances, swirling spiritual soul
reflects silhouettes, distorting borders,
you broke my heart, unable to console.
now sad day turns into a dark cold night
futureless, endless grief, total despair
no longer my director, leading light,
life's hard, uncompromising, so unfair.
Inspired by and an interpretation of: "El poeta pide a su amor que le escriba" (He begs his love to write)
by Federico García Lorca
***
Waiting in Agony - revised
Silence in time halts
turns people to phantoms
futureless without past
in twilight
Surprising how paper
comprises awareness
discredits
in bloodless ink
Your pen pierces surface
scratches dead stone
etches deep lines
in absence
Poison in my veins
I beg you release me
save me
kill me
***
June 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
A stupid and
futureless wino,
was heavily drunk as
you know.
He fell in a gutter
and shouted "its
better.
This home is the
best for a wino"
A Strategic move
A plan for self satisfaction
Throwing away beliefs
Denying the right to personal morals
Trying and crying
Making no reason
Planning for a futureless past
Naïve and tame
Karma kicking in
Lifeless love and digging for faith
Why you left
Why you fell into another’s arms
Digging for a reason
Prying open doors never locked
Silly excuses
Fool am I
Fool will I be
Tricked me twice and begging for a third should leave
But I left
Long before you loved me
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