Carsten Thomsen

With smiles
fragile as eggshells
...

And in the light
of dying day
your voice grew
strong
...

The damage done
The bridges burned
The options gone
The lessons learned
...

I saw him walking
down the street
dragging dead dog
behind him.
...

Thirteen years older
but hardly wiser
I return to my past
to find you
...

It could have been me
There
On life support
...

Gaping wound in the sky
As the angels cried
and God apologised
for his lousy performance
...

Dodging bullets
gathering speed
get over or rid of
the things that I need
...

On the road
Away from
monotone
mundane
...

The drunken tenants
had cornered me
Set up shop outside shop
outside doorway
...

Butch
Cassidy
sundance
showdown
...

Felt my pulse
And God's absence
But didn't care
much about neither.
...

With lingering memory
of the sound of fear
in the voices of men
Screeching tires
...

Wearing little
but pants
a grin and cigar
you laughed
...

Dark road.
Radio on.
Late night
turning into
...

Declaring our love,

we wrote our
...

Watered down with bourbon
and ice
to lukewarm
acceptable feelings
...

Don’t
remember
...

Angry liver
Blackout dark nights
and brooding aching mind
no more
...

My street

Residents
Rats
...