November Collage poem: Grim but Good
From spaceships of harmony
Into the fires of Hell
Mouldy undertaking no more
A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar
I need more than seven words, please
Neil Young – grim and grizzled –
Summoned by starship –
Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.
Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless
Advertising tissues then.
She wasn’t always fifty –
Fairy tales are evil
As are Spaghetti Westerns
End with a bittersweet blend of good and grim
The Instagram stress, fruits of the dead heroes.
There is no way out from Blue Well Wood,
For still I search…
Sometimes the driver speaks.