Friday, May 27, 2016

Never enough

The wall of sound:
a spectre
suckling memories
of brash galaxies
‘River deep, mountain high’
in my head
as we wander
with grandchildren -
vying for the moment
in the trivial music
of today.

The grand chugging
of diesel heart-beat
throbs behind
the sound-storm
as revellers
pack and disgorge
their random cages.

Hand in hand
in glittering night
and the barking sideshows,
carousel and waltzer
the dodger remembrances
of adolescence.
The skeltering and shies
of images
rifle-range misses
and candyfloss kisses.
Never enough time,
never enough
of anything.

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