Thursday, September 12, 2019



iCharity

it's a matter of life and death
that's why i'm starting this charity
please send me large donations
as the need for your help 
is a matter of great urgency

i've seen these shoes
oh my god these shoes
are to die for
i've tried them on
and just like cinderella 
they fit only me 
perfectly
but here's the cinders snag
they cost nearly 300 quid

and yet
i need them - or my life is incomplete
i need them - or i just won't be able to breathe
i need them i want them i love them i adore them
or my whole life is just useless 
and i'll self harm with the buckle
from a pair of plastic sandals

so send cash 
please 
to save drew
from the fate of dolcis  


© 2008  iDrew
First published  Twenty Something Press  2012








The Time of Your Life

Somewhere the sound of the ‘tick’ 
and the ‘tock’ can be heard.
The snapping teeth, the laws of movement, 
the metal grind

enslaved into your own lifetime: 
hours have their hands in chains.

To look into a mirror and witness
dying moonbeams sing such sad songs;
pass away unnoticed and are forever gone.

Disappeared into an unnerving 
brittle silence, a creeping whiteness 
that has no sound.

Erratic ebb and flow of agitated breathing 
crashes the baseline 
when a nihilistic heart beat whispers its slow rhythm 
and all you hear are lamentations of your name 
carved in marble; bound by ivy 
to cemetery solemnity.  
The face on the clock; deceitful smile.  

Time is not on your side.

In youth,
gloriole of star bursts silhouetted the romantic
but now the unbuttoned moon 
has snuffed out her starry glints,
and you, embellished by facet fascinations, 
have false hopes blunted 
by cut paste immitations.

Sing along to the choir
that levitates above your head

gravity defying.

The heavy hours. Weight.  Waiting 
for the veiled kiss
of the charnel house dreamers.

Something blue: your lips. 
Something borrowed: happy ever–afters.

Somewhere the sound of the ‘tick’ 
and the ‘tock’ can be heard, 
fixed on a loop under a glass domed coffin.


© 2006  P.A.Levy
First published  2008 by Poetic Diversity