Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Dear Lady

I brought you everywhere
heart racing beauty and your
razor wit, ravaging you in
dark places seen only by mirrors

Now we go nowhere
goldfish in an unquenchable bowl
looking at the spinning clock
through a furtive window and

raging until the angry shafts of light
cut through blinds scorching
regrets and sworn goodbyes
too deep, too fast
a damn mistake for

you are shallow as dust
on a table railing against reason
taking gold with your straw man soul

What pressure you put my blood under!
Buy my heart has charged and
I have cut your credit cards.

Tony Walton

(Reprinted by permission of Whisperings Magazine, Mountain Tales Press and the Author)