The Journey With minted teeth, lights out, eyes closed, relaxed, on Egyptian cotton, eider down and heckled flax we disembark on distant lands and run barefoot on endless sands find loves long lost on unfamiliar shores commune with ghosts of long forgotten wars to fill our heads with other worldly dreams is to quench our thirsts from crystal streams until eight times twelve the minute hand has passed and from our glimpse of Eden we are cast Eric Pinkerton  ¶ 12:35 pm 0 Comments

  Fallen At some ungodly hour she'd wake
ejected from her sleep
a dream she'd weave a million ways
but to the closing keep

a barefoot chase towards the crest
on ever sliding shale
and cries that came from deep inside
to drown amongst the gale

until at last she'd reach the top
with no where left to go
she'd drink with sharp intake of breath
the sight of rocks below

until her fear of what pursued her
overcame her senses
and from those jagged rocks she'd leapt
the last of her defences

And pegasus would lock his wings
in such a mighty dive
and catch her on his milky back
and keep the dream alive

and holding on with all her might
she'd bid the beast more speed
and feel the rise and fall of wings
of a white supernal steed

and soon enough they came to pass
above a mirrored lake
and looking down she thought she saw
a darkness in her wake

her face against his silken main
her arms around him tight
through cotton clouds they curved around
and on in to the night


Eric Pinkerton  ¶ 10:17 pm 0 Comments

  Tsunami I wanted to write soemthing about how I felt after witnessing the terrible events that unfolded on Boxing Day, somehow it turned in to this poem.


Tsunami
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And to the sea the water went
and left the fish behind
and so the people wandered down
to see what they could find
and as they wondered just about
as far as they could get
the horizon rose up suddenly
and thus the trap was set

With increasing amplitude it came
from somewhere deep within
and overtook the running feet
and pulled the people in
and from its foamy mouth it spat
a terrifying roar
and paradise was rendered hell
and villages no more

within this single tragic day
a global revolution
and all it seems was taken by
this needless persecution
yesterday things thought important
now placed in perspective
No man could dream to conjure up
a weapon so effective

While mothers, babies, sisters, lovers
turn in to statistics
those they left behind
become a victim of logistics
so check your pockets check your purse
and send them what you found
the sea may come for you one day
and change will drag you down


Eric Pinkerton



  ¶ 1:03 am 0 Comments

  Resolution Plink
Plink
Hiss

This
tiny jacuzzi

bathes two tiny tablets

no commandments

but resolve is strong

Thou
shalt
not
drink

ever

again..........

  ¶ 10:54 am 0 Comments