poetry – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Blue

Part One The light is fading out,The shadows have a new lease of life.I cough once, twice.I sound like a motorcycle engine starting up.I breathe in deep,Fuck.Fuck this. The day never started.I’ve slept.Not much else. My lungs feel like concrete.Every breath is a battle.Wearing me down.Wearing me out. Got the lights down low. I tookContinue reading “Blue”

Me and the Page

I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck. Sitting around worrying what people will thinkwill hollow you out,steal the light from your eyes. You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way. You are welcome to read.If you like it then great.If you don’t thenContinue reading “Me and the Page”

Drive Home

One Some days she loves me. Some days she hates me. And some days she can’t make up her mind.I don’t blame her,I understand. Nobody is perfect. Least of all me. So I get up. Get dressed. Shirt and tie. Aftershave.Paracetamol.I go to work. The dealership on the corner. Clock in.Clock out. “I’m buying.” “I’mContinue reading “Drive Home”

Shore

Looking down on the water. My car parked by the wall.Two weeks since I moved into this hotel down by the shore. It’s seen better days, but it’s still standing.Kind of like me.Swanky resorts are for accountants and bloodless retreats. Here, I’m meeting ghosts.The guy smoking on the step with his pal. Or the lassieContinue reading “Shore”

Rain

Rain. Rain. The endless rain.I couldn’t sleep for the rain.Falling on the window, on the door.Leaking through the roof,dripping in pots in the hallway.I had to move the bed, cos it was below a leak.The water mark on the ceiling getting bigger as the days run on,and sleep doesn’t come,and the whole world feels tilted.SitContinue reading “Rain”