It was the last sticky and compressed
Moisture soaking
Blessed day
Of the journey’s
Final leg
And Tim was horny for home
He was waiting
Drinking transit coffee
In a faded airport armchair
Orange pink
Dreaming
His face sported new lines
And older eyes
Foreign
Precious
Hard earnt
Remembering Berlin
Berlin
Where café patrons slid off wet streets
Through sleet
Into cigarette smoked
Drier spaces
To watch the narrow
Penetrating
Darkness
Fall
He went with it
Dirty city refugee
Candle lit
Deeper
Picking up a scent
Offering life’s shoulder a wrap
Of soft Mohair
Yet something missing niggled
Needed attention
Like a new dark gap
Where a decaying tooth
Used to be
He had been longing to be a lover
Any lover
He didn’t care
With just the right amount of sin
And beckoning bedroom eyes
Even the kind that
farted in bed
Tim slept
Alleviating vanity
Dreaming belated
And wet eyed goodbyes
He generated heat
Methodically building a shiny
Sunny city
While placing the games he played with darkness
On detention
Danny
Show off
So many good lines
Yet something missing niggled
Needed attention
Like a new dark gap
Where a decaying tooth
Used to be
Ha!
And you only wrote this last night?
Robert Knapman
Cheers buddy :) I went through some poem jottings of a few years ago. Pulled out the bits I liked and that fitted, reflected then reworked them. Maybe a third is from my notes. Oh what fun.
strals
You’ve done it again…. well done…. a nice journey of desires.
webgrrl
hah @ even if he farted in bed.
Hehehe.. can relate to that.. cuz one time, i was wide awake beside my very asleep special friend, and i listened for awhile, and contemplated on the notion whether if this was the feeling of contentment..
webgrrl
oops forgot to add an important word.. ”...beside my very asleep SNORING special friend.:
Robert Knapman
Mmmmm good question. I’m wondering who was the most contented – you or them :) Ahhhh sleep…To sleep! perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub (Hamlet). Sweet dreams.
pinkelephant
This is my favourite of your work. Dark and rich. You definitely have a flair for imagery. Sometimes I worry that I enjoy playing with words and images more than about writing the story. Reading wonderful poetry makes me realise that this is not a bad thing :)
That ending is superb. May we all build shiny cities.
I like the lack of pretention – “horny for home” and “transit coffee” and, of course, farting in bed.
A good poet knows when no embellishment is needed.
Great work, Robert :)
Robert Knapman
Thanks heaps pinkelephant – great thought through comments from you – really valued. I feel some inspiration coming on :P