Monday, November 13, 2006

Master of Compromise

I’ve been sailing this ship
Named Compromise, amok.
Twining into far horizons,
Scraping paint off destiny,
Buffeting my way across
An otherwise still mass
Of cool, clean water.

Lurch again! Another landfall,
Skidded, unreliable – what the hell
New found land is this now?

Sleeping, dulled under woodchip,
Catacombed, marooned on patchwork,
Beached in history, a test case
Of the burbs – electric light Pompeii.

© PJ Nolan July 2005

Friday, November 10, 2006

Some Class of Hero

Currently casting a watchful eye over the denizens of Scalderville.