Thursday, 19 September 2013

Faulty Escape Plan No.1, 652

There you stand in
your grey shirt
and your Sports Direct shoes
tired little writer
with nothing to lose

but the love that
you’ve found and
the books you have left
and the intimate
knowledge of a wallet

and you squint
and your scrutinise
this thing you’ve become
wearing those shoes
as though you’re
wanting to run

and run more and
keep running
and not once ever stop
lying to yourself
that you won’t ever
be caught

whilst you’re waving
your grey shirt
in bungled surrender
and Jackson Browne-alike
pray for the pretender

as you know all
the while that even here
on the edge
it’s a long way down
from your oubliette ledge

it’s a long long way
from your dreams
to the floor
so don’t quit this
not yet

but still don’t shut the door. 

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