transition

Silent stillness a heartbeat in the air your only
Pulse in the world at this moment in time mesmerised
By the tiny mechanical Clack clack of clockwork days
Recent surf going out and in a delicate Shh
Over thick heavy empty sand Starry
Slush in its eyes like the skies it stares at all night –
We remember driving like lunatics
Half-drunk freedom soldiers out to seduce the world
With our radioactive blood – A distant orange summer
Slick hot and golden and full of eerie practise
Of life and practising death by bottle screaming and screaming
Butterflies every now and then in some bold wonderland
With sharp enemy fronts held by our explosive eyesight
That never stopped seeing
Everything wide-eyed and in a daze no doubt
Some unwelcome Vega to come and ruin it
And you said something along the lines of:
“What’s the point?” I don’t know.
Why don’t you know? But you calmed down
We took turns going crazy sometimes
I climbed a fence and fell off, then a tree
At 2 am in the South of England: I grew up you grew up
We all grew up
Eyebrows raised and set forward
On the horizon where “stuff” was happening –
Separate ways – there and then meeting again –
If only we took serious new times: happening now.
We pass the time around like a bottle of mixed cocktails
And where are you going with that
Gun in your hand, born victims with robotic eyes:
Purple skies of vitamin appear in morning
Before work at 6:15 am, it’s a slow change you got there
Transition onto next raining slowly grinning.


michael holloway (Liverpool, 1985)