Other Poems by:

James Quinton

a mad man spitting at the sky

i need    solitude 
like an   alcoholic 
needs his     drink
or a heroin    addict 
needs his     fix

i will    crave
at least    a 
few hours    each 
day away    from 
the mundane    time 
to lose    myself 
in myself    too 

long with    others
treated to    their 
small talk    and 
petty lives    leaves 
me like    a 
mad man    spitting 
at the    sky

losing my    way
as the    world
around me    suffocates
my only    peace

two am and the world folds in around me

the final bottle 
of beer
has been pulled 
from the 
fridge uncapped and 
drunk, it slips 

out of 
my grip onto 
the floor 
as I lie 
on the 
couch, my eyes 
slowly closing 
my head spinning 
with sentimental 
memories, old lovers
and friends 
appear and I 
start to 
wish the past 
was the 
present and I 
could relive 
lost opportunities that 
I let 
slip through my 
fingers like
I now do
with beer bottles 

war (or 'a few days before starting a new job that will take me away from home for seven days and seven nights')

i sat and
waited
there was nothing
more
for me to 
do

wait and watch
the 
clock tick by
eroding
seconds minutes hours
days

i'd soon be 
heading 
off into the
unknown
feeling like a 
vietnam
runt going on
his 
first tour of
duty
aware of the 
horror,
the horror, the  
horror 
that
awaited me on 
the 
front line and 
there 
in the trenches
i'd 
take a bullet 
whilst 
day dreaming about 
home

my paycheck mailed 
to 
my grieving widow 
who 
would, in my 
name,
protest against the 
war

the job interview

they asked me
if I was 'flexible'

in the split
second between
them asking
the question
and me answering

i thought

'well, you see, if 
I take this job, you'll 
only see me on 
the days I get 
rotated to work on, on 
my days off, I 
forget where I work, you 
won't see me on 
those days, I'll 
be like the air we breathe, my
phone will be 
switched off, I'll
be out of reach, it
will be as if you 
never existed, I 
don't take my work 
home with me, I 
turn up, then
go home and forget

'yes,' I answered, 
'of course'

they smiled, and
offered me the job

Bio.

James Quinton is 26 years old, lives in the UK and is editor of Open Wide Magazine,
 www.openwidemagazine.co.uk 
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