Those Night Drivers
As they stride barefoot across the night
With the dust of their lives between their toes.
Left at home with their generations’ dream.
Their sweat drips across the world.
Pantheon’s lack of sagacity still scars:
The day the night the earth and the sky.
Life’s as voluminous as warehouses’
and the depots’ they live through the lungs of their existence.
See them gargle, pant, sweat, and yet never quite expire –
for tomorrows labour for tomorrows tomorrow.
As the college drop-outs’ fill the bum jobs –
Daytime squawking taxis drift into a barely audible echo in some back st’s.
Their apartments coated in dust untouched by time
They look down on the street coming to life at night.
They find their path in the nebulousness of day and night’s summer and autumn
Covered in heavy cotton like steel: woven with yesterday’s sweat, nicotine, & cholesterol.
As dust carts, baking trucks, Ice trucks crash among the horns and blurring
Lights. The lights start as their children dream of …horses – cars – sporting glory.
The voices of Ezra still heard, although these ears may not know Pound
While the wise and laboured, now sleep in the light.
Slipping to dreams cutting across the cosmos with their diamond smiles
Yesterday’s joke expires into the vacancy and need for labour.
Jonathan Beale has 400 plus poems published in various journals such as: Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy and Dali’s LoveChild. He was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His work has appeared in such books as Drowning (Scar publications) and The Poet as Sociopath(Scar publications). He is currently working on his second volume. His first collection of poetry The Destinations of Raxiera is published by Hammer & Anvil.