Sam Mortimer

A frigid gash of sunlight cut the room from side to side
For him she saw what lay behind, what she was yet to find
He drew the promised card for her and threw it through the air
So high …

...We turn the page, it’s just the news, it’s what we’ve read all week.

To the sweet, sweet sound of trombones on the parp,
And the soft, soft pattering of leaves upon the grass…

I stepped to the corner like the day before;
The corner where I left her, years before;
The corner where I lost her, long before
I noticed the crack in the pavement floor.

Well I’ve heard…

I pull at you with every willing breath
That isn’t screaming

Soon the world will be mine
Said the hamster to the cream
Coloured cat. A mouthful later
And the dream was little more than that.

The battle’s sole observer
Speckled with blood, the fighting’s over
Glory dead, with nouveau honour
Bestowed upon the fallen son, the Mover
Not the Taker.

You can find me here,
Building my sun
Up a ladder here,
Building my sun

I am at one with Summer’s gold
And Winter’s Peace. I feel
No sorrow, nor regret, and with
What little sight I have still, see
What I have made, around me.

Driving across the moon
Weathered Roads and tethered wheels
Ice-cream Bells of rolling rhythm
Ring like warm ice sings, like real
Living!
And, with evening closing deep,
Move like fire; …

Once, I went quite far
Into the sky, and on and on. But –
Don’t ask me why –
You see me here, umbrella in hand
Glued to the street like you.

Toast or Crumpets?
At 8 o’clock Sunday Morning.

Lily passed across the square
She went dancing everywhere
But no pigeons turned to stare
It was night, and they didn’t care.