Very Bad Archive
Darke-eyed
Jack Morgan
The baby mouse whistle of old disc brakes
in the mist of a smoky afternoon
we remember out mistakes
for what they give and then we make
ourselves a pact to do it all again soon.
After all, it isn’t like we didn’t do each other right
out in the fog, out in the mist, outside saloons,
through our sublunary twists and all our breath
through all our fists and through our teeth,
through all our cold, through all our gloom.
And even though it’s rather bright
with all the headlamps late at night,
when we were stars between the smoke beneath the moon,
we know that it’s all right, and we can tolerate the light
because the mice all know that dark is coming soon.
Jack Morgan has published another poem since joining on 31/5/08. Read more of Jack's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jack's latest works: