Tag Archives: Time

Slow Bugs of Late Summer

 

 

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Drowsy

Late summer bugs

Fly dive

Looping

Scuttle drunken

Lazily in ale

Under chilled verticals

Daggers of British rain

Flooding them magnetic

Unto themselves

Toddlers

The unloving

The programmed

Flutter precarious

With microscopic futures

Gumming abreast

Billions of batches

Altogether connected

Too impossibly dense

Worlds of forestation

Of extraordinary family trees

Slowed to pause

 

 

 

Timekeepers

 

 

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Behind  

The intensity of wake turbulence

The sucking energy of undertow

In the midst

Of trembling heat-haze

Sandwiched

Between ever-decreasing circles

Before

An echo followed

By a future muted echo

And delay is breeding its alarm

People bugs

Engulfed and entwined

Contained and compressed

In webs of self-inflicted time

Spun

By manmade life

Night (darker, longer)

Dark hoto of the sky at night

 

Deep in the night

You’re living your life lonely

Strung out before the dawn

Standing in the lounge

Silent

Motionless

Dumb

Rush blended

On palette

Many shades of night

Exhausted by being awake

And self-consciously

More awake than ever necessary

Overcome by the nocturnal

But sleep is somewhere

Someplace

Misplaced

Lone

Temporarily in common with

You

 

Childish 80’s

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Dry felt-tip pens

Odd florescent socks

Tracing paper

The Muppets lunchbox

Sweetshops

Dull board games

Lots and lots of dice

Shortened holidays

Longer Sundays

Missing the bus again… twice!

Morning Telly

Pop! Go the ants

Nothing and everything

In soaking wet pants

World cup dramas

Bad wrestling fights

Unwelcome relatives

The endless summer nights

Bad haircuts

Cracked pavements

Thick scabby knees

Puddles

Beer sweets

Sherbet dib-dabs please!

Fake blood

Loading times

The gallop top 40

BUNDLE!

Less of your cheek

Naughty-naughty-naughty!

Too short in the trouser

Satchels

Gizmo top of pet names

Xmas, birthday, Xmas

Nonsense ball games

First love and embarrassment  

Marbles on the drains

Saturday + Sunday = two day week!

Diving paper planes

The register

Good… morning… Mrs… Teacher!

Worms and Daddy longlegs

Scare girls but won’t eat ya!

The dreaded Chinese burn

Now wait your ruddy turn!

 

I could go on…

 

Sky Dependency Unit

 

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Daryl hadn’t seen a full open sky for nine, whole, working years; un-retractable visors had been fixed above his eyes to protect them from the elements, to focus his attention on his work. His perfectly symmetrical, amber, tear-shaped eye-slots were unable to look up; limiting him to sporadic glimpses of a pixelated horizon.

It seemed that the sun set and rose perpetually, kaleidoscopic in their beauty but increasingly cruel to Daryl (something incomprehensible to human thought).

Over the recent days, gradually Daryl felt oddly distant, and a coldness had bred; invading his core, it was like he was viewing himself slipping away, into ever-more denser, industrialised fog.  He felt his visors would soon be taken off him, only to be fixed upon another; his younger brother.

Seemingly, his hardship was nobody’s fault, just the way things were, part of growing up as a simulacrum; in a brutal, un-empathising, nonsensical world.

By his calculations, he would free in hours, to take in as much sky as he had desperately yearned for — only that moment never arrived, because he broke down that very moment his visors were to be removed. He was left in numerical order amongst faulty prototypes, lying against his predecessor, in a stuffy, dark, windowless room; to desperatly decay without burial or ceremony, to be replaced by a newer and more advanced unit.

One of Daryl’s amber eye-slots still inexplicably flickers in the otherwise overwhelming blackness; momentarily revealing some evidence of limp limbs that filled the room poorly.

Visors were never to be fixed upon his brother…

 

Best Before Date

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Loaf of bread, best before date 1-2-16

Banana, best before date 2-2-16

Skimmed milk, best before date 3-2-16

A bottle of wine…

Barn eggs, best before date 4-2-16

Whole Chicken, best before date 5-2-16

Sugar, best before date 6-2-16

Bottle of water, best before date 7-2-15!

Dates, best before date… correction

One bad joke, use by date…

This poem’s best by date…

Everything expired… rotting freely.