“You’re just ball-breaking” she cried
“Are you expecting four of them right now?”
Her sarcasm an essential grammatical tool
“That’s hardly relevant”, I replied,
A pot lid of contrived serenity
Barely containing a stew of fiery contempt
“These are reserved. Please move…I get complaints”
Always this addenda; the compulsion to justify
But she did move;
Screeching out of the space with the child
Eating crisps on the back seat,
Rocking like a coracle at high tide,
But still managing to skewer his face
At the man who upset Mummy
A small win, but tomorrow there’ll be yet another biped
Unable to lope across an extra 10 yards of asphalt
Who’ll seek to legitimise an action that sits like a
Pregnant boil on the flesh of those designed to benefit
A trembling hand and battered pulse betray
The consequences of the car crash that is
Sentry authority, cock-eyed reasoning
And a desire to simply capitulate;
And yet…
Maybe they do belong here after all
If they must abuse that space
Maybe they do belong here
All of them
Comments
fatboy74 | November 16, 2011 - 11:58
Brilliant. :-)
scratch | November 16, 2011 - 14:32
Good effort Maudsey.
A refreshing twist here - commanded several (ever-increasingly concentrated) reads.
The element of selfishness coupled with almost nihilism at the end elevated this one from the crowd. One small observation if I may?
First line, fourth stanza should read “there'll" and not "they'll". Hope that's ok?
Really good read,
Well done.
Scratch.
maudsy | November 16, 2011 - 19:35
Thanks Snatch
I stand corrected...and grateful
scratch | November 16, 2011 - 19:47
I hope "Snatch" and not "Scratch" was Freudian...LOL
Scratch.
maudsy | November 18, 2011 - 13:12
What you have witnessed is two examples of writing without one's glasses!!!!!!