BLACK HEAVY RAIN. (STRONG LANGUAGE)
Posted: February 9th, 2011, 3:52 pm
At Gran’s house, there was
A grandfather clock
That chimed each quarter
And frightened the fuck
Out of you. That’s what
Time does, boy, it chips
Pieces off your life
Without you knowing,
Granddad said, sitting
By the coal fire,
Rolling his self made
Cigarette between
His aged fingers.
You stared at the clock,
The big hands seeming
Not to move, the tick
Tock ticking softly
On behind the scenes.
Granddad licked the white
Paper, put the thin
Cigarette between
His lips and lit up.
Gran pulled a face like
She’d sucked lemons: don’t
Come moaning to me
When you’re coughing up
Your lungs at three in
The morning, she said.
You looked from Gran to
Granddad watching the
Smoke rise in upward
Expanding rings, like
Small planets in a
Fragile universe.
Listen out for the
Chimes, boy, don’t let them
Catch you out again.
Gran walked away with
Her soft tut-tutting.
Outside the falling
Of black heavy rain.
A grandfather clock
That chimed each quarter
And frightened the fuck
Out of you. That’s what
Time does, boy, it chips
Pieces off your life
Without you knowing,
Granddad said, sitting
By the coal fire,
Rolling his self made
Cigarette between
His aged fingers.
You stared at the clock,
The big hands seeming
Not to move, the tick
Tock ticking softly
On behind the scenes.
Granddad licked the white
Paper, put the thin
Cigarette between
His lips and lit up.
Gran pulled a face like
She’d sucked lemons: don’t
Come moaning to me
When you’re coughing up
Your lungs at three in
The morning, she said.
You looked from Gran to
Granddad watching the
Smoke rise in upward
Expanding rings, like
Small planets in a
Fragile universe.
Listen out for the
Chimes, boy, don’t let them
Catch you out again.
Gran walked away with
Her soft tut-tutting.
Outside the falling
Of black heavy rain.