After Jack

By Parson Thru

Sun, 20 Apr 2014

4 comments

Imagine a chest that don’t move anymore.
Where the air gets stale, like some dark old cave
and nothing much goes in or out
and nothing ever will.

That’s how it’ll be before too long.
It's the way it is.

That’s what’s in store for you and me both.

Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on Mon, 2014-04-21 10:05

A harrowing poem Parson, the opening image is startling.

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Mon, 2014-04-21 23:26

Hi Maggy. Thanks. The image was created by a passing comment from Kerouac in Desolation Angels. Just a suggestion. And my mood, maybe.

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by Bee on Mon, 2014-04-21 14:28

I really liked this, PT, but for me it ends - 'for you and me both.'

Bee

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Mon, 2014-04-21 23:32

Hi Bee. Like this?

Sorry about the delay in getting back. Just done an impromptu 300 mile round-trip to spend the day with friend in London.

Parson Thru