A wee handful

021708
i still have dreams
of a mind blowing
blue-sky green-grass
everlasting expanse
where inevitable she
and insatiable me
will be encapsulated
never. moving. soaking. in.
a flickering moment
perfect. half. time.

© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.

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021908
yeh, ive got these late nights
lined up like all the feelings
that i falter to find appropriate
Similes and metaphors to express:
This emptiness is like a ___
My loneliness grows as ___

perhaps, Ill let the reader
fill in the blanks
after all - is not all poetry
subjective?

© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.

Inconvenience

I like how convenient store clerks
Think that when I come in late at night
Im high on some kind of drug
And proceed to play games with me
From behind their formica counters
Their PhDs hanging on the wall
Between the large letter B
And rows of cigarettes standing
Like rows of soldiers - taking aim.

© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.

020108

Thank you
For getting out of my life
Little did you know
Your rude departure
Your leaving on bad terms
Your betraying of a friendship
Only made it easier for me
To butterfly forwards and
Fly.Away.

© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.

The Last Cigarette

I stood there at the bus stop
My feet slowly sinking down
Through the depths of concrete
My back slowly merging
With the illuminated advertisement
Upon which I leaned
Staring at a street trash can
A burst blood vein of this city
Overflowing with shit.

This was the precise moment
I indulged my final cigarette
Before I'd battle the nervous
States of quitting for the third
Or perhaps the fifth time.

I dropped the smoky filter
On top of the city's blodclot
And sulked onto the bus
The way a cockroach crawls
After you've stepped on it
The way a child wanders
Into an adult.

Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.