I screeched, I covered my eyes, my nose, my mouth… and waited for it… CHREECH
‘Oi! Get outta the way! You gotta death wish or somethin’?’
I opened my eyes, I was alive! Thank the god of… truck brakes I guess, I’m alive! I was covered in sheets of yellow-gold dust and my lungs cough out fire, but I was too happy to care.
And god of truck brakes wasn’t everything much more than it was before.
I ran out of the main crossing and ran along the street, adrenaline in my system letting everything seem so slower, so much more identifiable. I felt the ground crunch and like cornflakes beneath my feet. The smell of dust and rust was heavenly now and the sun seemed to beat harder and brighter onto everything.
The town hall wasn’t the graffitists favourite tin shack it looked moments earlier, it now looked like an aged castle coloured like a peacock, the police station gleamed in a new white light as a man with no shoes washed the windows with tank water, the wind blew towards my face like a wall, water droplets missed the window and hit my face and I smelt whiskey from the pub and salt from the fish and chip shop. It made me salivate.
I ran on, breathing heavily, breath whistling down my lungs and tasted sickly sweet, I ran into the news agent, it was multi-coloured, and if cold had a smell, I would say it was the smell of the ice-cream freezer next to the counter where the old balding man with two gold teeth I had never noticed before sent me out. I kept running, to hear the sounds of tacks on bumpy roads, to smell the bread from the baker, to still be creeped out by the skinny woman who owned the chem store with glassy jars and her blood red pen on paper all the time, to feel so alive.
I cackled when I reached the end of the street, grinning and giggling like a kookaburra.
The street, empty, dry and rusting, all red, with dots of green and white, collaborated in front of my like a moving impressionists painting. Adrenaline gone, blood no longer pounding my ears, I simply stood there. Staring.
Poem:
In Silent Hope we Trust
The wind it howls and bails
Rain
The hay falls flashy
Quick
And though the hurricane never
Fail
The too long time we’ve always
Fixed
In silent hope we trust
We stay in silent fair
Prayer
That we will have ours
Just
But the willing ever ending
Never
In silent hope we trust
We may fight our selfish
Knights
We can go the long
Crusade
But we can never win
Forever
In silent hope we trust
The shadows that guide us
Blind us
The gullible is thinking
Better
‘Ware the one who charges
Always righteous
In silent hope we trust
So bring all that we may
Slay
We live or die in all our
Game
We hold the hope of all that will
Was
Time will will us to be
Strong
I screeched, I covered my eyes, my nose, my mouth… and waited for it…
CHREECH
‘Oi! Get outta the way! You gotta death wish or somethin’?’
I opened my eyes, I was alive! Thank the god of… truck brakes I guess, I’m alive! I was covered in sheets of yellow-gold dust and my lungs cough out fire, but I was too happy to care.
And god of truck brakes wasn’t everything much more than it was before.
I ran out of the main crossing and ran along the street, adrenaline in my system letting everything seem so slower, so much more identifiable. I felt the ground crunch and like cornflakes beneath my feet. The smell of dust and rust was heavenly now and the sun seemed to beat harder and brighter onto everything.
The town hall wasn’t the graffitists favourite tin shack it looked moments earlier, it now looked like an aged castle coloured like a peacock, the police station gleamed in a new white light as a man with no shoes washed the windows with tank water, the wind blew towards my face like a wall, water droplets missed the window and hit my face and I smelt whiskey from the pub and salt from the fish and chip shop. It made me salivate.
I ran on, breathing heavily, breath whistling down my lungs and tasted sickly sweet, I ran into the news agent, it was multi-coloured, and if cold had a smell, I would say it was the smell of the ice-cream freezer next to the counter where the old balding man with two gold teeth I had never noticed before sent me out. I kept running, to hear the sounds of tacks on bumpy roads, to smell the bread from the baker, to still be creeped out by the skinny woman who owned the chem store with glassy jars and her blood red pen on paper all the time, to feel so alive.
I cackled when I reached the end of the street, grinning and giggling like a kookaburra.
The street, empty, dry and rusting, all red, with dots of green and white, collaborated in front of my like a moving impressionists painting. Adrenaline gone, blood no longer pounding my ears, I simply stood there. Staring.
Poem:
In Silent Hope we Trust
The wind it howls and bails
Rain
The hay falls flashy
Quick
And though the hurricane never
Fail
The too long time we’ve always
Fixed
In silent hope we trust
We stay in silent fair
Prayer
That we will have ours
Just
But the willing ever ending
Never
In silent hope we trust
We may fight our selfish
Knights
We can go the long
Crusade
But we can never win
Forever
In silent hope we trust
The shadows that guide us
Blind us
The gullible is thinking
Better
‘Ware the one who charges
Always righteous
In silent hope we trust
So bring all that we may
Slay
We live or die in all our
Game
We hold the hope of all that will
Was
Time will will us to be
Strong
In silent hope we trust