Inspiration like a raven swoops
Under flimsy, barren summer clouds
Poetry looks up with hopeful eyes
And crumbles in a reality check.
Golden girls and lads
Apathy, the cast iron gate, rusty and ivy-decked
Despair, a cat on the wall, hungry and licking paws
Idiot Metal and terabytes of stifled love
Shining badges, glory and green
In a failure to be interpreted
Defeat dies an inconspicuous death
Loneliness waits on the road less travelled
To be christened by the pioneers.
Stammering, they pause
And flounder like dust
Dust indeed – another brick off the wall.