Saturday, 13 September 2014


there is not enough tea
in all the town to drown
this pale monster i see
wearing sleep in its crown

its frown, deeply wrinkled,
hides bloodshot eyes that weep
iron tears. grey sprinkled
hairs across its chin creep

but how else to kill it?
all the tea in this town
could not a pond fill. its
tears make it seem a clown

with darkness and cotton
smother it. smiling
i'll kill it. its rotten
breath will fade in a while

(till tomorrow once more
his rusty tears haunt me
the fallen crown he wore
woven with sleep will taunt me)