Poetry (3)

And, rushing through the mile-high halls,
I’m dazzled by the sound
That bounces off the florid walls
And echoes…

And bombs that fall on schools and homes
Shall rain down night and day,
Until destruction rivals Rome‘s
And all…

The lights along the harbour wall
Have only now come on,
And that despite the evening’s fall
And daylight’s…

And do you talk about the hill
While going on the climb,
Or does your tongue lie frozen still
Within the…

And neither greed nor fear nor lack
Informs the things I say;
I’m prone to neither falling back
Nor going…

And, lying in the vale of night,
I’m empty and aware,
And that which feared the lack of light
Has not…

My state of mind’s no cause for pride;
I make such huge mistakes:
I leave the front door open wide
And burn…

And, sitting in the place alone,
I wonder why I came –
My heart as heavy as a stone,
My head…

The window‘s open just a crack,
And yet the air pours in
As frosty as the night is black
And nibbles…

It used to be I came on time
To every single date,
But now I’ve changed that paradigm:
I either…