Before you go out tonight…just sayin’

car smash

The crackling laughter

in a clunking room

with a crashing band

on their début

Toppling patrons

a snarling fight

scantily dressed ladies

goose-bump in the night

Security stands

dark at the door

free thinking radicals

spiral on the dance floor

Falling about

in a giggly drove

Time is up –

time to hit the road

A taxi is called

some resist and complain

they take their car keys

never to be seen again

© Kait King, 2015

Rescued

rescued

I’ve swum in the tumultuous waters

of despair – with my head below

the covering waters

and my hands clutching at straws

I’ve walked through the burning

sands of the Desert of No Love

with no water and survived –

The vultures of loss calling

above my love-burnt face

A man in the desert found me

and put a champagne flute of

the freshest water to my parched lips

But alas, I could not take a drink

from that crystal vessel

As I lay in quiet sadness

the hungry feathers of the winged beasts

clattered over me

Still gasping to hold onto an existence

a man with no water shadowed

my stricken body – what he saw

drew tears from his already

shrunken form

His heartfelt tears melted away

the dryness and the desert became

lush and green so I could be sheltered

safe in the depth of his protected forest forever…

© Kait King, 2015