Apocalypse Now on Weston Promenade

The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
In smaller signage once the needy are there Continue reading

People Laughed

Poetry on the subject of value, age and perception.

With thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image; and likewise to Heather Green for the backing image used on Instagram (licensing). 

People laughed
Because the pages
Were yellow with age
What you want to keep
That pad for?
They’d always say
Never realising
That what the paper
Carried in the curvy
Writing of a hand
Would be lost forever
So couldn’t be just
Thrown away
Even the idea
Terminology used
To describe casting aside
Was so beneath that
Contained inside

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan

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