A Word

Ditto. Labelled blind, left behind.

Deep, going shallower.

Goldfish blonde.

Koi Carp, Lily pads, Coins

Park divided, ice cream

Shell like glow, hollow shell

Ash ‘believe in miracle.

All you have seen so far

has been a dream,’.Blur

the lines, get in line

the queue stretches

as far as the eye can see

in Red Gold and Green. Jah

is the saviour. See. Believe.

 

Stream of Consciousness

by Andrew Watkins

Behind us lies the truth

Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death.

Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You know what I chose.

Here and now is the present future and the past. Like perspective, you can see them fade as they get further away. Closer to infinity. Behind because I am told what have you. Close and into the past where dwells a beast. A mouse. A house. Behind is a waste. Chaste. Bolder than before. Ready. Eager to please.So surreptitious glances remind you closer than by you feel.Pin drop. Because it felt so good. Natural. Because you forgot.Sun but today. Because you felt that way inside. Hope. Inside. Felt real.Inside. Felt real. Dog. Inside. Fine.Behind. Mine. Inside. Way of. Inside. Inside. Inside. Real

Behind glances. Smile. Awaken Inside. Suns rays. Chose. Rain. Inside terrible. Vain. Inside. Joy at being alive. Inside. Behind. When it comes again. Ready. When.

END