Poetry 'n Prose


It was just where I thought it would be

A little out of sight

Like grit in the corner of my eye

I had to pretend I’d not seen it

Or felt its breath on my cheek

Or its subtle scent

Sharp as lime juice on the tongue

I was prepared for the waiting

Adjusted my accelerator

Undid another prayer

Acted like I’d never been here before

Speeding on

With eyes in the back of my skull

Mapping it progress like a blip on a radar

Until the screen coming the other way blanks me

Casual as a duck on a boating lake

I turned away from the oncoming

Unbalanced, senseless, heart bouncing but traced

Like a telegraph wire,

Waiting for the sudden crack

Of words escaping the bone

Last thing remembered

A flash of blood through the eyes

Smell of piss escaping

Hot tarmac burns

Death swoops down

On the runaway life

On my oblivious cavalier

Attitude towards


By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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