The Vagrant Life by Jonathan Beale

Distantly tangible.
Eyes touch the view.
While inside another world.
in the heavily oily sludge he writhes
and the rat run’s under our alien sun.

In & under this alien sun.
The undefinable state of what was and is to come
Somehow indescribable.
One slight, one night, once among the neon
and the bar room noise. Leaves him punch drunk.

The chaos of this life –
Seemed to be alien & vaguely relative, somehow familiar.
The action somehow invisible – something unreal.
Although important for need of mankind
The need for, when all else has drained away.

Down! Down!  Away!  Away!  Away!
All their eyes were distracted by…
The neon, billboards, and garbage blowing about
Now forgotten as are they,
Yesterday’s wants now gone – bellies empty.

The others cut the cataract of the scene:
Strangely it shuffled by –
A stranger did something soothing
The sculpture of another life rarely felt
from another world to someone else’s life for another tomorrow.

Jonathan Beale’s work has appeared regularly in Decanto,  Penwood Review,  The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, and also; Voices of Israel in English, MiracleEzine,  Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, & (‘Drowning:’ Down in the Dirt July 13) The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, Ariadne’s Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary Cross, Deadsnakes Review and The Bichin Kitsch.  He was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012.  And is working on a collection for Hammer and Anvil.  He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.

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