In life’s last lurch

By Mark Heathcote

Thu, 22 Jan 2009

1 comments

On this piercing night
Striations of light
Through squinting eyes
Shone liquid bright...

In a drunken abyss
With a heart transfix...
A hunched-up figure
Modus Vivendi...
Still thinks he’s quite trendy
Whilst taking a piss...

Wooden movements shake
Forces in a weakened alliance
Unwillingly, break!
Fallen is he in defiance.

A tragedy a trivial devil
A trembling snow angel
He has fallen, besmirch
Blood collating, dishevel
-led in life’s last lurch.

Permalink Submitted by T. Imaan Tretch... on Thu, 2009-01-22 12:05

ominously delicious; thanking you mark. “when meditation is mastered, the mind is unwavering like the flame of a lamp in a windless place.”