Poetry Blog by Wolfgar
In La Línea we kicked dust for days waiting for the man,
we drank and fucked and argued, and drank and fucked then killed.
Back streets like tattooed scars, their whores rattling with pills,
we broke their beds and then their legs,
and flushed away their poison.
You went West and I went Mad, ten years intervened.
Windhoek found us,
Friday 22nd June 2018 11:22 pm
I have lost the ability to tell a lie
it will be the death of me
I am a coffin without a lid
begging for closure
Those rusty nails to be hammered down
my arms folded so peacefully
I’ll be spat on and laughed at when I’m gone
that’s fine my blood will live on
I’m sorry I constructed my own demise
but not that I saw it through wide open eyes
Monday 18th June 2018 11:43 pm
The bad soldier stopped firing at Omaha beach
he unloaded his MG 42 and lit a cigarette
The bad soldier in Helmand
walked out of his compound and blew out his brains
The bad soldier in Ireland
put in his notice
The bad soldier at Belsen
died of typhoid
The bad soldier in Paris
gave up his life for another to live
The bad soldier in Homs...
Sunday 17th June 2018 9:11 am
A thistle in his palm distracts his mind from real harm,
white knuckles on the rail dilute his terror into calm.
The quiet of the stairway and his mothers doorway shut,
the ticking of the Bornholm and a sinking in his gut.
These things all distant memories yet living tears now flow,
in haunted rooms un-reveries that no-one else should know.
While the authors of his secr...
Thursday 14th June 2018 11:45 pm
In beautiful decrepitude
the structure stands bereft and crude
through windows cobwebbed and curtain’s torn
it gazes down where dust was lawn
the slated roof now patched with fern
its chimney stacks that once did burn
are housing rats that left the ship
but never quite abandoned it
and often when the Sun breaks through
it warms the rooms where l...
Tuesday 12th June 2018 11:30 pm
Once I was fined for uttering the word fuck
it was in a midland town in England
a Policeman happened by and took offence
It was directed at nobody
just an imaginary enemy
yet he chose to be offended
And I was sick
I wondered what he would do
if I related the murdering of innocents to him
how throats were cut and hearts bayoneted
I called him a...
Tuesday 5th June 2018 7:32 pm
There was a young man from these shores
whose Trident was rusted and bent
and when held to account for the cause
could not clearly state what he meant
So he blustered and coughed and otherwise stalled
and flicked through the pages of books
then found that history of what was recalled
was other than how it had looked
And whenever a soul from other than there...
Monday 4th June 2018 12:44 pm
And I noticed the folds of the silken wings
had blended with the Oaken bark,
as one they formed natures pillow
both dead, yet comforting to my fractured mind.
Slumbering, my memories carried me above the sheltering canopy.
They shook me in my dreaming yet still the lumber held me firm,
it’s rotten boughs forgave my fall
and Angels wings embraced me there.
Sunday 3rd June 2018 2:48 pm
Friday 1st June 2018 5:30 pm