Despair

Despair looks me in the eye

throwing spades and daggers

and samurais

My eye bleeds but I gaze back

with the formidable stare

of Samson at Gaza
eyes plucked out

never to see

Impudence is disguised cowardice

The angry clock beats its sequence

its very life depending on it

Sequence, sequence

what

then what

after what

comes next

The torrid sun will come my way in the morning

trouncing every soul with oppressive heat

and blinding brightness

offering a promise of a burnt city

razing it down with the picnic flies

Life is a carousel

it never stops turning

8 November 2005