06-09-2018, 07:46 PM
Joe 90
I cross the threshold into another poem
as Grandads chair rotates clockwise,
head back in the spin,
picture-rail portraits merge
into a single familiar face.
Ornaments and brass carriage clocks
blur streaks of colour
on tobacco brown walls.
Gas fire chrome lights up green
as my brothers hands
slap to increase the speed.
Recovery is only a moment of laughter,
never long enough to breath
before the chair goes anti-clockwise
and time is undone, the transfer complete.
I cross the threshold into another poem
as Grandads chair rotates clockwise,
head back in the spin,
picture-rail portraits merge
into a single familiar face.
Ornaments and brass carriage clocks
blur streaks of colour
on tobacco brown walls.
Gas fire chrome lights up green
as my brothers hands
slap to increase the speed.
Recovery is only a moment of laughter,
never long enough to breath
before the chair goes anti-clockwise
and time is undone, the transfer complete.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out