Unattainable aspiration, reachable only by others.
The goal scored, to where shall I run?
Confused chicken looks for approval.
Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.
Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined
Petrol panic, gullible queue thirty minutes for a thimbleful
Backlit grey clouds silhouetted on a charcoal suburban landscape
Golden nature, lasting beauty,
forget at the peril of your soul.
Hues of pink on pale green stem,
fleeting beauty, unnatural purpose.
I sip the first cup
carefully until cool,
swill and swallow,
wild night of fearful darkness
leaves chased freely by the wind
a tree falls
the deep twilight
stillness before the night
millennium of silence