Saturday, 1 December 2012

Walk

He walks alone
He walks too far
He walks until he's left the cars
And roads, and homes, and people too
Until the ever-darkening hue
Of a sky with winter sorrow full
Has faded fully out of view

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Sand Castle

He builds a castle out of sand
Feels it crumble through his hands
With every grain that falls away
The walls collapse, to his dismay
The windows cave, the doorway snaps
The roof gives way, too quick to catch
The parapet all too soon falls down
The moat, the castle's sand, does drown
And before he can even say goodbye
The water's taken to the sky

We can infer from this verse that the author is bad at building sand castles.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Alcohol

Alcohol
Numbs the pain
Alcohol
Keeps him sane
Alcohol
Helps him chill
Alcohol
Makes him not feel
Alcohol
Drink it up
Alcohol
Refill the cup
Alcohol
Start again
Alcohol

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Cold House

Cold house
Not even a mouse
Not even a louse
Not even a grouse
Could tolerate the temperature
At large in this house
Blankets galore
Cold weather deplore
As with socks, scarves and gloves
The garments he loves
Attempt to protect him
From the harsh coldness within
The cold house

It is not often that a verse so vivid in description and imagery touches upon the subject matter of this particular poem. Not only is the author criticising the literall temperature of a 'cold house', but, moreover, the 'house' itself is serving as a metaphor for the hearts of modern homo sapiens, who leave no place in their conscience for the existence of any constituents of nature which do not immediately serve their needs: a concept alluded to in the mention of a 'mouse', 'louse', and 'grouse'.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

The First First

The first first
Though it was written
In a burst
Has quenched his thirst
To get a first
From now on his work can be his worst
No need for him to get a hurst
For, (although he wouldn't) he gets a first
Although he isn't truly versed
It seems he has the words coerced
Just enough
To get a first.

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Cold Station

Cold station
Lamentation
Locomotion
Such commotion
When rather he
would clearly be
Up to his eyeballs
In the ocean
But alas instead
A cold station
Lamentation

Within the verse, we find the author to be demonstrating a sense of lamentation which one could be forgiven for mistaking as a reaction to the 'cold' nature of the station alone, but which, upon closer examination appears to be alluding to the writer's love of entering the sea 'up to his eyeballs'.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

2 4 Tue

Whilst 2 4 Tue
Might sound a good deal
The price to be paid
Is still far from ideal
Whilst the food may taste good
And fills him up as food should
The volume of funds
Is unacceptable for one
Who is a student

Whilst, when taken at face value, the verse appears to be making a stand against Domino Pizza's 'Two For Tuesday' offer, it is furthermore likely that the author is commentating moreover on the general state of contemporary Western society. The use of the contracted lexis 'Tue' in place of 'Tuesday' is in itself a criticism of the modern lifestyle: mocking the idea of 'Fast Food' in its refusal to address the 'Two For Tuesday' title in its entirety, opting instead for a lazy abbreviation and going as far to replace the words 'Two' and 'For' with digits - reflecting concisely the lazy and indifferent attitude of modern man, and, crucially, the dangers of the electronic age - which itself gives rise to such sloppy literary techniques as are shown in the substitution of numbers in place of whole words.