Forever
Dripping mannerisms. Pitter pattering Intentions Make this up. Wake us up. Who can drown this chaos in a new reality? Who would really want to? All we know is the unknown. Would it make a difference if tears of pity touched your spirit? Could forever manifest in you as it falls from me? Or was […]
Storm poem – André Rostant poems
thunder no – but thunder all along the night we set our course that hurl the lightning bolt, that force the sickness from our tiny minds some new emotion must be found some feeling we have not yet tried to frame, against the gurning face the tide, so murderously heaped and churned […]
Limbo Under the Westway poem – André Rostant poems
how we could carpet notting hill how decorate the harrow road with flock wallpaper, chintz and sheen from maida hill to portobello green barefoot, then, we would walk around stroking our walls: beloved; pure soft now, westway’s wild hushing stream over the canal and portobello green we’d need a f*ck off […]
A Rainy Night poem – André Rostant poems
stood idle in the doorway of his shop the dark winter rain glossed harrow road with here and there a shadow hurrying yet those few people crowd the street with mood that makes the rain fall slower than it should where falls on forms or shapes into the night the brief, imagined outlines of our […]
“European Union” by the (Roman/German) Eagles
On a dark Brussels highway, Schwarzkopf Taft in my hair Scent of Belgian waffles, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, a Jupiterian light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the division bell And […]