24 May 2013


Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 12:33pm

Thick at places
Thin at others
Long tread, that
Together we made
He said

He said so
Standing at the edge
Of the fork
Should we part
Mate? he asked

I see, he said
The fork, yes
Which edge, though?
The beginning
Or the end

Does it matter?
Dusk is upon us
That's to the left
This, to the right
Let's go

Lighting the fag
One last time
Smoking, smiling
He went right
And he, left