Hayden William
Now Who Let These Thoughts In?
Lacking through window, the escalator
Waves would churn coastal percussion and white
Ash from randy arrivals would levitate
Triumphant but fall apart, under mother temper,
Dissolve into blue slab or die on display?
Shore’s edge feeling safe but grinds
Regrets, life measured in breath lengths. I’m hopeful
That I don’t belong out there. Rather
Wish the soft food and gentle drink
Taste beyond guilt. My trembling regal tender
Trading place with bitter bad wind on the beach.
A bachelor scent of new car pushes any foul odour
Drowning deep. Plastic shade vision make uncanny
The dead fish populating the sand. Everyone
Gored by diligent gulls. Everything
Crushed and gasping. Not ready for
Me... quite yet. Gathering
Chances unprompted.
