Friday 18 August 2017

One Night in Catford

1.

Winter is the cruellest season
Its cold arms needle
What's above and inside
To black-hued lead.

So heavy and full of
Thoughts
That suffocate the moon
And all that's been said.

No one reflex behind
The fug of booze stench and
Chill damp soil that
Stops in the woods.

Cradling significance in the arms
Of one last walk
To sleep before the void
Burnt out buildings in the distance.

2.

Choked tears sicken
Your vocal worry useless
The other side of the
Telephone.

Cold metal protrusions standing
Hard things hitting
Pills pills pills
Crack like brickwork.

Splayfoot and break down
A place you don't know
Hours pass
Seep hurt in slow flow.

Leave everyone
Fear-stained faces
Anxiety scratched in blood red cries
The darkest evening.

3.

Descend
In
Slow
Motion.

4.

Contorted piles deliver
The morning news.

Light is the drug.

Here from the hospital bed
A lifetime of sorrys.