High over
my Margate sandcastle
a swarm of German planes
alien mechanical bees
pregnant with bombs
to be
dropped on streets
I knew
( the neighbours aren't there
when I get back ).
My wild kick
decapitates my castle of sand
blue bucket and yellow *****
thrown to the waves
useless in
their frivolity.
Out in foreign climes
my brother is dying
bleeding to death
shot in the stomach
( so we will be told
many months from now ).
The sun shines bright
as a crazy crayon'd drawing.
The War impossibly
far far away
butterflies like
flying confetti.
The moment so
unbelievably beautiful.
I paddle this boat
up and down up&down;
this sun stupid shore
as over there in the somewhere
the real war roars
like a mythical beast
now no longer
phoney.
My battered bike
undignified up-side-down
I operating on
its slow puncture
pulling out its rubber gut
patching it up.
"There you go old chap!"
I comfort it.
I look through
its back wheel
the sun at its hub
beginning to go down.
I give it a spin
with my free hand
slowly it bisects the world
into its many spinning sections
faster...fasternow
and the world...this world
blurs into the white
nothingness of speed.
"So, that's what death is..?"
I think.
The world speeding up
to nothing.
The tip of my tongue
upon my cone
melting faster than I
can lick it
dropping upon
a sandled toe
with a deep nick
in it.
Unknown to me
as now
my brother has finished
his dying
becoming the memory
he will always forever
be.
His b&w; smile.
Alien mechanical bees
swarm inside my mind.
The tick-tick tick of
the bicycle
as I lift
my left leg
and...
it's all
downhill from here.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
High over
my Margate sandcastle
a swarm of German planes
alien mechanical bees
pregnant with bombs
to be
dropped on streets
I knew
( the neighbours aren't there
when I get back ).
My wild kick
decapitates my castle of sand
blue bucket and yellow *****
thrown to the waves
useless in
their frivolity.
Out in foreign climes
my brother is dying
bleeding to death
shot in the stomach
( so we will be told
many months from now ).
The sun shines bright
as a crazy crayon'd drawing.
The War impossibly
far far away
butterflies like
flying confetti.
The moment so
unbelievably beautiful.
I paddle this boat
up and down up&down;
this sun stupid shore
as over there in the somewhere
the real war roars
like a mythical beast
now no longer
phoney.
My battered bike
undignified up-side-down
I operating on
its slow puncture
pulling out its rubber gut
patching it up.
"There you go old chap!"
I comfort it.
I look through
its back wheel
the sun at its hub
beginning to go down.
I give it a spin
with my free hand
slowly it bisects the world
into its many spinning sections
faster...fasternow
and the world...this world
blurs into the white
nothingness of speed.
"So, that's what death is..?"
I think.
The world speeding up
to nothing.
The tip of my tongue
upon my cone
melting faster than I
can lick it
dropping upon
a sandled toe
with a deep nick
in it.
Unknown to me
as now
my brother has finished
his dying
becoming the memory
he will always forever
be.
His b&w; smile.
Alien mechanical bees
swarm inside my mind.
The tick-tick tick of
the bicycle
as I lift
my left leg
and...
it's all
downhill from here.
