Carsten Thomsen Poems

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
...

With smiles
fragile as eggshells
...

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
...