Sunset Somewhere Forgets Us
And now all the birds are leaving this town,
As the sun sinks,
Mutters behind the climbing horizon.
And I mean birds as in the feathered kind,
All getting out
Before the sky comes down on me.
But you’re out there, somewhere,
Out of your head,
Keeping me off your mind,
Flirting with every other fucker,
Pulling them up to dance.
So I curse you through thick cigarette smoke.
You know the day’s ridiculous,
As ridiculous as me,
And you’ve seen it all before.
But you’re like the birds in the free sky,
And I’m as bitter as the lost sun.
We both part in the darkness.
* David Mac's dumb lines have appeared in Ambit, Mud Luscious, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Ink Sweat & Tears, a couple of poetry anthologies, regularly in Clockwise Cat and Monkey Kettle, and soon in Urban District Writer and Erbacce. His debut collection The Luton Ghoul Booms an A5, 52-page booklet, is available for £2.50 from drmcmullan@hotmail.co.uk He moves at incredibly high speeds and some say can actually bend the light.
