Tuesday, April 28, 2015

25/30 26/30 Found Poetry and News Travels Far

News Travels Far
The barman roared:
"Last call!"
And then
over Cheers!
and the clang of glass
we heard the news:
ten thousand souls
going to their graves.

Sometimes I Ask Myself
about the future.
Maybe the future
is a beautiful,
green grass carpet.
When I am a granddad
with grandsons,
the objective
doesn't matter.
centuries ago the
objective was one thing.
Now it's about holding on
to what you own.

taken from: 'Maybe football will be a game without goals and we'll just enjoy people passing' by Matt Law, Tuesday 28 April 2015

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