Candle Wax Days – Kieran Kelly

Future stalks feebly
Prowling cowed in North Atlantic
Flinty Swells
With blistered tongue and cracked lips
But bolstered by an inhuman determination
To call in our tab
Lies impotent
Sharpening her knifeblade hands
In silence

The streets
Open their jaws
Unnecessary thought patterns devoured
Rended from our synapses
Real life all around us
Crumbles and collapses
And for one spring weekend
The earth stops spinning
On its axis

From now on it’s just the leaden hum
Of heavy bass beats
Deep conversation
And the line in the sky
That the ocean meets
Gazing out from the boat
In hazy contemplation
Laying waste to the Alexandrian
Libraries in our minds
To find respite, solace our saving graces
In dirty, badly lighted places

But these are candle wax days
Which drip, drip, drip away
Each drip drops
Collected by time
Who waits for us with a fatalistic smile
Playing patience
With Future and Consequence.

About aloudqmu

Aloud is a monthly poetry and spoken word open mic night, and literary magazine. We are based in Glasgow University's Queen Margaret Union, Glasgow, Scotland, UK. Here we wish to publish performance videos from our open mic nights, event updates, and the writing featured in our monthly Aloud Magazine, and some of the writing that didn't quite make the final cut.
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