Down & Away

by Nick Patey

Silence sheds his winter coat and puts it on the line

black is not a colour it's a constant state of mind

shades of grey and thoughts that stray evicted broken bent

the head is full of lodgers none of whom pay rent

His day was done his race was run a loser from the first

he couldn't wait to make it from the cradle to the hearse

the judge and jury out to lunch the welfare mothers knit

as he paces his mind races he really needs a hit