Highways of buttercups and daisy chains yellowed the green earth, the sun scorched upon us a new dawn and sunflowers raised and turned their heads with worship, eating its fill of rays.
Ice cream vans sing their siren call, we chase it beneath treacled air like pavlov’s dogs our tongues lolling out from our mouths.
The benches were stocked
full of couples, purchasing
a kiss from the sun
belated post based on the prompt here
Seeds of dawn sit on the horizon
Peace become our island
A wisp o’ old lions tooth
we breathe our blunders go
A stream of space to take root
on the breeze we row
Is it per’aps your convivial nature that ‘as us swingin’ from the chandelier
With delightful intent
To light up the room
As we grace uselves in’t presence of yorn?
I’ve not much fit for a king
I can’t dance an’ I certainly can’t sing
So’s supposin’ I don’t quite get the hotch outta me step
An’ I quibble at me face with me ‘ands
Would ya (sorry you, Sir) still measure me jests
With a clap and a laugh
Mebe a hoot if fancy teks you to such place?
And incase in you forgot me name, It’s Wilbert Walter
Gorbert
You may ‘ave ‘eard me called Gorbet Sideburns
In reference to the ‘air on me face.
A pregnant silence perched itself a hawk
we lumbered cheek by jowl
a birds eye view of us screeched and squawked
our eyes intent, we prowled
seeking comfort in anything that remained
but parched our tongues twist, dried
words hurt what’s left
what we don’t hear is yet said
we sought the wilderness
but all we found was…
dead.
I was born
larvae
on this island
a carcass
This is Britain.
The UK is one of the most nature-depleted countries in the world.
It is said we’re a nation of nature lovers, no.
We call our teams ‘Lions.’ But we’re liars
there is no lion heart on these isles
just picturesque places people stop by and say, ‘Isn’t it beautiful.’
A snapshot of something green, and people reckon their hearts have been filled
but all I see and feel is absence.
Time threaded pinks and greys
the carillon surmised
Eras weaved fabric
thrashing and whipping on the washing line
Hours Cloaked as raptors
turning the seasons in their wings
An eloquent ballet
Collecting the frayed ends of generations
Since called into apparitions.
There is a peculiar comedy to rubbish
Drawing from us capital
A rat race to refusal
Of extinction
We are all here, criminal
Making trenches to hide the nuance
That folds us into animal
We are all here, origami children
Hemmed in at the edges
Becoming nuisance
All bring crushing impact
With a grudge to hammer home with.
Needing no rehearsal to contradict
As we lay inside this labyrinth, the matrix
Bourne by identities.
In short, we are addicts
Living at the tip.
In another dimension I was a bogus pedestrian
Lacking flesh
A mere idea at the whims of flow
From creative rivers seeking verdict, a memorandum
Anything to glean what it quenched to know
The underworld Twists and trawls
Tearing at the strands that thread our masks
A beast Writhing in the crowds amassed
Hatred prowls the tips of Tongues
And the grey man with a yellow grin
Gathers the squall
We bear witness, this shift of fate
Criscrossing new maps to the temple of infernos gate.
The monotonous yellow hum of the lights held us sideways
Our bags all a rustle on our backs
Contorting us into hunchbacked old children
Our grandfather’s legacy in our faces
Ever mercurial, our expressions of piety
To the altar of education, education, education
As we tried to find the shadows of what we learnt
Within that yawning void of hums
Trains of thought sacrificed along with the gleams in our eyes
As we breathed ourselves closed
Speeding headlong till it burnt behind our eyes
Mercy was a talisman we tried to wear with pride
Like armbands
As we gazed upon the rumours of our futures, swimming the tide
And the scars of the place held us in contempt
Before any crime
I am a fiction, a mythical beast
I am all the word games we play
The white noise of the poltergeist
smeared against the teeth
of those who’ve taken from the feast
It’s a lonely place to be sliced and diced
by the mastication of someone else’s inner grin.
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