sal carter

sal carter Poems

• No Hope To Life
  Grey street corner A frozen room Lonely bed A dying moon
• Back Of Your Hand
  Veins bulge upwards out of your rugged hands, criss-crossed with lines, Pumping hardworking blood around your body, Your blood, my blood,
• Mosh
  Mohawk standing like a battle flag, Darkened eyeliner, metal-cut nose and lips, Flesh carved into words exposed on his bare back, Low slung belt, with chain heavy jeans.
• Animal/Fear
  The musty smell hangs weightless in the air.
• Between
  The tracks scream out beneath the train.
• Mourning Mist
  Shot down at dawn The dew still plucking at the mud. The lions stare
• Watcher
  I wait. Silently.
• The Temple Of The Open Sky
  and burn, burn, to the smoke in the sky, burn, burn, burn, the night’s a wolf’s cry,
• Smoke It Away
  Wake down Icy cold and unlit World spins In blank greys and golds
• Junkie Queen
  Junkie queen, Bored of all that she surveys, Look, that broken sheen Cracked mirror in the eyes.
• Cage
  Curled up, foetal. Every muscle in my body tensed against the earth. Fingers clenched. Eyes clamped shut.
• Cold Sky
  Cold sky, Scudded clouds Constant grind Of broken crowds
• The Poem That Rhymes With Me
  o why o why o why, i really want to die, im gonna try to fly to fly into the sky
• Timeless/Alone
  The wind greets you, as soon as you step outside, it throws litter around the street, spinning bottles in the gutter. Walking forwards, decked out in 3mm neoprene, board under one arm,