NaPoWriMo: Day 28

I worked very briefly for the News & Star in Carlisle,

Day in court, sipping flat coke while
petty criminals walk in and out;
merge into one teenager.

At lunch I sit with reporters
who talk about ‘crazies’ and send
them letters about God.

In the evening I walk through Carlisle
town to the bed and breakfast, curl up
on the bed and flick through battered
‘Nineteen eighty four’ that my dad
once owned.

The sun, it goes down and I swear,
I can hear the clocks striking thirteen.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s