One Poem
It’s Random
Ayeshia tells me all about her trip to the arctic
While the train rattles behind untidy back yards.
"The way the ice shears off is fantastic."
What I see are blank playing cards
Falling onto baize tables, then the lawns
Passing by, scattered over by little toys
As multi-coloured as sweets. She follows my gaze, yawns.
"Of all the things, you know, that mankind destroys
"The ice caps are definitely the ones to see."
I smile. "Last week I travelled to my home town . . . "
There the loitering, eerie monkey-puzzle tree,
And the four-faced clock tower of sandstone
That a thousand years will wash away,
Making the faces clatter like tarnished coins.
"Oh yes?" She muses, "Maybe I’ll go back, one day,
". . . the past is broke . . . but I’ll ignore the joins.
"Why not? I have no stake in the future,
"Barring some un-fucking-believable medical advance. "
Her grin is a sly, glistening wink of denture.
No, it’s not much to ask – one last second chance.
TREVOR PRICE – Has a short novel, entitled Thin Walls due out later this year, to be published in the US by Scotopia Press as part of their Dark Distortions Anthology.
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