Shiny and Cool

A social media mate, fellow countryman, rock journo and wordsmith penned this. I thought it was way too good not to share :)

SHINY AND COOL

You must be young

said the advertiser

to the fly,

you must be

foreign

like a pursuit

where you

can't even catch

yourself.

Religion

is a billboard

made of light,

the city

blowing

leaves

hymning the street

into its own gasp.

Oh I love you

like I don't

love you at all.

Oh mysterious

worship

I have money.

The clock

looks at me

and I think

of balloonists

seeking to land.

The treesz

want to touch

my head

in the wind

and say

'can you speak

enough emptiness

to qualify

for an exorcism?'

I know nothing

of my own mind

joined to body

then divorced;

traffic hurtles past

a river

with five thousand

stories

broken down

into smooth

travelling

stones.

The wind blows,

my skin

becomes

shiny and cool.

- Mark Mordue ©