A Strange Day For A Waltz
There was a storm coming,
I saw a woman on a bike
wanting to start a fight with a big bear.
She had all her family with her,
her daughter was wearing a T shirt.
Be Yourself
In this rainforest
there are some strange creatures.
Thunder was waiting on the horizon,
even the church was empty.
Seems there were no sinners that day.
Charles Manson Gives An Acting Class
When I arrive
everyone is sitting in a circle,
In the middle,
scratchy looking broken jeans.
a guy is walking around around around.
Speaking
His words comes out in a long line,
like a column of ants
NowadayseveryonescrazytheyreyourchildrenIpunchedmymotheroutonce
He seems familiar,
a faded photograph,
part of a broken memory
or
a secret whispered in the playground.
I start to feel confused,
Maybe it’s the beard the eyes the hands
I feel anxious
I need a cigarette
I quit years ago
I want to leave.
Marc Brimble lives in Spain and likes to drink authentic Indian tea, when he’s not teaching English, that is.