Alarm kills the silence,Before the sunrise —I will persevere. Cup filled with coffee,Putting my boots on —I will persevere. Bus stop in the rain,To work for the day —I will persevere. Got a roof overhead,Thinking about the rent —I will persevere. Counting up my coins,Got to eat, got to live —I will persevere. My notebook,Continue reading “Persevere”
Category Archives: Poems
The Meaning Of Life
Come close,and I’ll tell you—roll up;put your money down. We got all the cash?Okay.Put it out back by the door.Be ready to go. Here we go, everyone—listen close:all will be revealed. The meaning of life is…Ahem: the meaning of life is… Do you know it?What is it?No, really—what is it? I’ve not worked it outContinue reading “The Meaning Of Life”
Pawn Shop Guitar Man
I’m a pawn shop guitar man.They don’t let me in uptown.I don’t get around downtown much either. I’ve been waiting for the bus,but the buses don’t run. It’s okay.It could be worse. I’ve got this guitar. Paint’s a little worn. Six strings.Twenty frets. A universe. Lift it from the case.Start to play. Testifying beneath theContinue reading “Pawn Shop Guitar Man”
Cloud
Sometime last week,I fell under a cloud—Grey and cold,And I can’t shake it. Wherever I go, it follows me:From the couch to the door,And the bus stop into town—A cold and empty rain. At the comedy club,I couldn’t laugh;Got called a “miserable bastard,”Told them to fuck off. At the football,Couldn’t sing the songs—Left early;Didn’t evenContinue reading “Cloud”
Home
I’ve got a little Park20W amp.It sits under a tablein the bedroom. I’ve owned it for 30 years,and still some days,when the rain tumbles downand my feet can’t get on the ground,I unwrap the wire,I plug it in. I unspool the guitar leadand plug it into my guitar,full of soul. I turn the volume up,makeContinue reading “Home”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 