This progression is an untamed debut.
Ordinary, abrasive. Suspended
in enhanced thinking. Chillin’, like a haiku
that hangs around nonchalant.
Sporadically up to the minute. Then caught impersonating
the curves of slumberland. New-born youth
escapes from the grip
of the snap claw.
My guardian angel
has never seen this before. Stubborn
sayings stutter on this fresh beginning,
it is a life without...
This pilgrim’s evolution, enters
tumbling, plummeting. Nosedive.
Daring. Dare I.
Darren J Beaney has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Brighton. He is part of a collective that host a regular spoken word night in Brighton - Flight of the Dragonfly). He cuts his own hair. He loves Marmite. He tries to blog - www.djbeaney.wordpress.com T: @DJ_Be_An