Everything had a place,
neatly tied up, zipped in the case.
The handle extended ready for
a one way train to a working vacation.
She stole the tickets before he’d gone, hid them away to deceive and prolong.
Over there where street names are art
and the coffee barista, 24-hour-bars
sit brimming like every star or
found within iron clad, raw splendour;
is where he wants to sit and reside,
to write about the commuter tide.
Books will live on reclaimed shelves,
stacked high like Tokyo, midnight hotels,
ordered by tears shed
and poetically written lines,
not alphabetically or in genre kinds.
There, for 900 Euros a month,
with a deposit to be paid up front and all at once,
windows look out onto windows-
tenants do the same; but
this time smiling, mid-browse,
She stole everything he wanted to regain,
so parried her move
and took off in the rain,
to the nearest station
to the first train.
No ticket was held in his left wet hand,
just a Howl for the planned
and one for the descent, to the
Three Brothers apartment.
© Tim Knight 2013
Today’s featured poem comes from Tim Knight, who we have already featured once on the site, with “Grab a coach home heroes”. This piece talks of escape from something (in this case, it seems, someone) which holds the person back from where they want to be in life. Masterfully done, the poem conveys a sense of longing and insecurity, but also of belonging and place.
Leave your thoughts below on this piece, and follow us for more poetry and news of what is going on in our little corner of the literary world.