Coattails of My Past
my car like wheels
slowed down
by the weight
of dog leg expectation
by,
the tumbling stars
in a stairwell
of past memories
expectation,
such as it is
the cloak and dagger
to my nemesis hope
as i sit in the squalor
of hopeless compassion
tugging hard
at the coattails of my past
the famine of opportunity
which came to pass
how i wish
the metal core would come to light
and flesh would form
and actually take flight
the weight of expectation
both real and imagined
lies deep under local anesthetic
where it needs to be examined
James Garratt – Wednesday 22nd February 2021
More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/
More poems from 2021 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2021/
Coattails of My Past – Written Monday 22nd February 2021 (Aged 45)
