Crippled Candle

Edited down from a much longer poem, created some unknowable time ‘ago’

No serenity here

Trailer park, Smashed Soap Opera

 Got to this precarious platform

 Swinging in the breeze

In spite of Privilege,

As the baying demons continue coughing out their

Class war bile, sordid and sly

The insecure cats couple with the sneaky rats

Howling and vomiting and looking for youth

 Trading elegant for tacky

Forgetting the words

(Should have written them down)

While clutching at the Vague

Throwing away most attempts to describe Beauty,

(Safety in the not knowing)

 While embracing the impossibly dull

Tired from running

Exhausted from posing

Charm wilfully destroyed

By a really big gun

 Loaded

With petty cheap thrills.

Once worshiped

Once loved

Now confused, now lost

An image I cannot unsee

A twisted crippled candle lying

In a puddle of fizz in a bath

In a bathroom

Where you once thought up masterpieces

That would have uplifted a generation

If they had

Ever

Been Written.

One response to “Crippled Candle”

  1. Well shared Martin. Thank you. I wish I could answer the despair in this poem, but the courage you summon up to express it must reward you. Life… ! I hear what you say and I’m rooting for you, as always. Keep writing.

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