May 2015
i live about forty miles from London in a place called Basingstoke, Hampshire. I have published some seven collections of poetry and have about a thousand poems floating around the web. But more important to me is if someone I don't know were to send me an email telling me they were moved by my work.
Free House
I love people in pubs—
the way they look,
the stories they tell,
the way they don't hide their contempt
and hatred they feel towards life.
Rising Sun
I can't ever forget
the escort who
bought me a beer
in a bar in Rappongi
because they had cancelled my card
and I had no money.
I have always liked whores
they have a kindness and sadness in them.
Have a Guess
She told me I could come back later
if I wanted
but I never did
I went down the stairs
not able to finish
but we both knew
i would not be back,
not even for free.
When you walk
out of a door
it is never a good idea
to walk back through it.
Small Talk
The American man stood
at the bar
trying to get some small talk.
I felt like telling him he was wasting his time—
you would have to come in here for a year—
and still people would hang a coat over your head.
He gave up and left
to go where
who knows.
If I was him, I would get a bottle of wine
and go to the park.
All your real friends are there.
The birds and the trees.
They have got me through many a day.
©2015 Marc Carver
