Some moments are forever

A drop of blood from the sky or
Captured and Published in a day or
February sits back and relaxes.

Searching for a line, and the right image
– that captures

In an oily black limousine
slipping through the raven wet streets
the warm air catches in her imagination
fresh from the gulf stream
caught for a moment in the weight of people
the savage bass of a wing
warm wet eyes blink and open and bright
bunkers in the sand and sand in the sandwiches

An eagle on an open top bus
hold-ups on the strand
his voice
taken from scripture
his fortune
taken at birth
circling Trafalgar square
but there’s a dirty great big hole in the road (it is zone 1)

He walks the short distance to Whitehall
his ample frame leaving a crease in the soft wet black leather
he’s got blood in his briefcase and a crease to leave in time

Open now -  by the eagles claw!
it spills warm and wet and is taken over the Atlantic, by a child’s mind
searching for a line
and the right image to use in double English on Monday

Unaware of her moment in time
Franny                 makes a goofy silhouette
A shiny new F-14 on the Strand,
caught for a moment in the weight of people
snapping at relatives wishing they’d bought one of those mobile phones and that America was awake to see it. 

The savage bass of a wing,
warm wet eyes blink and open and bright
bunkers in the sand and sand in the sandwiches
dirty great big holes in the road and an F-14 on the Strand!

Next thing you know we’ll be writing our own headlines
– ‘cos it’s fun and we’re good at it.

The form of murder in a far away land burying long lines dead in the sand.

Nick Dockerty