By Marc Carver
Forgiveness
I dream of corpses and lovers dream that another day is impossible dream that these grey skies will never leave the undecided snow falls to the ground leaves still won't come and birds in packs fly for their lives to warmer climes If only I could take a chance again surely now now anything is possible but still time clings to me It is in my bones now he said but he still had no forgiveness I could not even give him that my mother knew better than to ask. All who come to my door no better than to ask.
Drip Drip
Every time I walk into the back garden I see that tap how it leaks away drip drip it gets under my skin because I know it is trying to tell me something time is running out it is saying you will walk out of here one day and it will be up you will be out of time drip drip it goes like a lot of things taunting and taunting telling me if you you going to do it you best do it now tomorrow is too late
Telling It How It Is
I had a strong urge to steal a sausage from the wooden hut the man was not in there so I could just whip it out of the frying pan not that I do not have the money. I just want that frill to test life, I go and buy clothes I do not need stand in the queue I want to ask the woman in front of me Can you not smell me that animal smell I have all over me I feel I am almost losing it. The next day I tell my grown up son He will never amount to anything that boy, that is what grandad used to say about me son and you know He was absolutely right
Marc Carver continues to write because really he cannot do much else. The old fool will not give up but he knows the poems will not come to him so he has to force himself out of the house to find them and give them to people he will never ever meet.
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