POEM – ‘The Night’

POEM – ‘The Night’

Fall asleep at Euston Station
A package that knows its place.
Dream a little dream
Before being poked and made to leave
You understand
It’s the usual thing.
Walk up to Tottenham Court Road
Staring at the buildings.
It bustles with rockers rocking
And drunks looking for food.
Charing X Road
A magical stretch
A few shouts, a few laughs,
A few people not quite themselves.
Trafalgar Square
You stare at the plinth
A shining example of power.
The neon makes you tired
Eyes close gently
Shaken awake
Shaken awake!
Confusion, stumble onwards,
The roads
The people
The night.

POEM: ‘Green Cross/Red Cross’

POEM: ‘Green Cross/Red Cross’

Woman crosses the street
Ten feet in front of me.
Not looking left
Not looking right
Just striding out like she owned the road.
I hoped for a car to hit her.
To watch her head flip off the bumper
And then smash through the windscreen
Veins shredding
Blood spilling
The horn blowing endlessly.
Smoke bellows
Barbecue smell of human flesh.
The driver escapes but the woman goes up.
Charred remains fall to the tarmac
Crumbling as they land like blackened snowflakes.
Shield your child’s eyes.
But no need to cry,
There was a crossing right there!

POEM: ‘Shallow’

POEM: ‘Shallow’

Myra, can you find me?
I’m under the earth with a tin can for a halo.
Dogs sniff the earth for clues,
But I remain an unsolved riddle.
Too trusting by far it seems,
I took your hand and you showed me home.
Tea and sympathy for the scrapes on my knee
You tied a handkerchief around the wound
And kissed it better, magical pharmacy!
Myra, how could you harm me?
We listened to some sunshine songs
You had a pretty voice, for sure.
I looked through books and hummed along.
I forget the next episode,
But remember feeling cold and trying to cover my skinny nakedness.
Remember stabs of pain
-A man’s voice sighing?
Then it all went black.
My screams continued out of my body
Turned up loud on the stereo.
Flick the switch, please,
I can’t stand to hear my final moments.
Myra, can you find me?
(No)