Marc Carver

THE ETERNAL CITY

I wake up from my nap

it is still morning.

Think about going out into the world

but find it hard

after all saying hi to a stranger that you never see again

gets you down after a while.

I woke up to a drilling in my head

it could be one of all those people in my head.

You can look at my poetry and think it was written by a hundred different people.

A whole legion

up there.

Yea perhaps it was one of them trying to spear his way out of my head

but hang on little man,

where would you go

after all, Rome is a long way.

A GAME OF CHANCE

When do you say stick

no new cards

I will keep the ones I have got

even if you have to fold them at some stage.

You keep looking at them

but they don't add up

anymore.

But still, you stick.