Come to the Couch (Beyond Big Book)

Beyond this I hear the cry of cows, the smell
the feel of their skin moulding my awkward repose.
Beyond this my cup is only ever half empty
in a world where size is no issue.
Beyond this line of poplar (or is it pine) lie my
yesterdays, those cold meaningless tomorrows.
Beyond this I’m just swallowed by the book
my brittle immortal wishes dashed
by the absence of my name
on the crisp yellowing leaves. And
beyond all this my sojourn on rock seven is
edged by a forgetting black, plucked gently
by wall to wall pain.

© copyright David Barker 2014

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5 thoughts on “Come to the Couch (Beyond Big Book)

  1. Hope deferred. Unable to make the move forward is only a delay? Seems to be a theme, strange, but totally empathetic with a torched book and left out. Something the dragon stole I imagine. Well written to the dark ?

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