Axe the China
Fictitious stories, poemes of comedic pieces
The goat in the china shop
Cannot go home
Sees enemies everywhere
But mostly they’ve been dead for years
Limping ganglia, half-baked.
The laughter in the piazza
Fades or suffocates
Bubble and squeak in the cauldron’s simmer
The ways out are limited
The avenues of retreat
Nude by a Vespa, the lady Nostalgia
(Neo-classical garage calendar)
Pales beside a fire-extinguisher
Here at least the streets are half forgotten
Far from the museums of empty respect
Across the river.
Washing hangs over a flood of traffic
A chorus no-one wants in the crave for shelter
We cry out for time turned back
But it lags into the whining din
The haloed buildings avoided in every city
The decrepit family crockery handed down.
Onward among the windmills
No use to complain
Transformed into turbines they might do well
In a half-drowned world
Aeroplanes grounded, roads closed –
All’s well that ends bearably
Here in hope, the siren sounds
Calling the osprey down the estuary
Where quicksand swirls in the tide
By the door from the balcony, take flight
Leave it all behind
Time asleep is time wasted
There is a better world
All’s well that ends bravely.
By Lawrence Freiesleben
Lawrence, born in Hammersmith in 1962, is an author, poet and artist. Known for his ‘lyric essays’ for the International Times, he has a distinct and eccentric style. His art may be found in the Architect’s Gallery in Chulmleigh and his searching love story, Certainty Under the Rose, was longlisted for the 2017 Tibor Jones Pageturner Prize.