2 Poems by Marc Brimble

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.