The Premise of Light
coal in every soul
heavy, dusted weight
burnt dreams
anchored hearts
and a city asleep upon
weeping children who
awake to pierce the medicinal
film across their coated morning
pills, when will the old school
return and where
exactly
does it
fly to?
they ask as ordinary bedroom walls
melt into the furnace of smouldered
diary entries, words begging for one
more chance at an adolescent reverie
and a new, shining grown-up vizard
to hide
that pain
so we swallow years
until one drizzly wednesday
in the corner if a suburban
pub a stranger brushes our
corduroy trouser leg and all
of a sudden you cannot help
but release a cosmic sigh
and wonder just how can
this half-empty, not-so-sure-
anymore, pintglass overflow
with my sunken resevoirs
of childhood aim?