Nightmare & Other Poems

 

Nightmare

In fitful sleep I fitful pace,
through ruins of remembrance chase.
At my heels, the black dog growls.
A mocking moon above me howls.

I try to scream but nothing comes;
The only sound is pounding drums.
A storm cloud of crows fills the sky
I try to run and bullets fly.

Night’s dirty fingers grip and grope,
A thousand daggers rip my throat.
The black dog rends my chest apart
Ex-lovers, smiling, eat my heart.

Just as the crows peck out my eyes
And breath whispers the faintest of goodbyes
I wake; the images are gone.
Night, with bloody fingers, marches on.
 

Cutting Down

We used to have it once a day
Now I long for once a week
They’re cutting down on sex round here
And god! it’s bloody bleak.
 

Holiday (Badly)

Eggs and bacon
  (badly cooked)
In a B&B
  (badly booked)
 

And Claret

The finest pleasures soon are gone
Summer’s done by the end of June
Give me the simple things in life
And claret in the afternoon.

Blue eyes in time fade to grey
Sun hair soon becomes a moon
Give me the simple things in life
And claret in the afternoon.

No sooner earned than money’s spent
A bust must follow every boon
Give me the simple things in life
And claret in the afternoon.

The brightest flowers’ colours fade
The finest rosé’s plucked too soon
Give me the simple things in life
And claret in the afternoon.
 

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