some days the Gods
smile upon you
bullets speed past in the wrong direction
coppers' dogs thrown
off your scent: CK Eternity
it's no longer sweet
some days the dead
chatter: it won't be long now
you lay down in a place to bury strangers
listen to the bridges burn
ghostly girls pale blue eyes
gaze at the smoke tip-toe-ing across the
water the black hole sun washes away the tears
turns white, slowly
as a Tarot Reader hands you the ten of cups card
great joy love bliss rainbows arching
across inked blue skies no more crying
me a river no more
Tower cards bursting into flame
or lightning strikes falling men
one head-first, the other backwards
you follow clouds of grey smoke meandering
over the skyline of the power station
clink aluminium cans with the boys at Lawless Road
down a third strong black
coffee grind beads with an electric thingamijing
some days your breath tastes
sweeter there's a sea of possibilities rippling
past little waves like the beat-beat-beating of a butterflies
wings some days the Gods
smile it won't be long
now
some days the gods just lie in bed
ReplyDeleteexpecting a raspberry and a bit of a tickle
And some days - if they're lucky - they may even get a raspberry and a bit of a tickle :)
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ReplyDeletesome days the gods
take us for pressed flowers
what person wouldn't
Exactly Rob - but do we look like pressed flowers? :)
ReplyDeleteDear Kristen, I was in a rush when I wrote the lines above. Reading your poem now again and again. Magnificent.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Kerri and Rob :))
DeleteSome days down there on Lawless the gods make instant coffee undrinkable, These are all just fantastic Kristen, I think I've died and gone to heaven!
ReplyDeleteJames, I'm glad that instant coffee has become undrinkable - the Lawless poets and the smiling Gods will see to that. Thanks for your encouragement :)
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