Summer in the City

As the mad sun makes blood boil into a stir,
Impatience becomes the glue
Sticking the stuck air.
 
Rain dreading souls long for moist,
Their change of tune
Cool haze the cooling of choice.
 
The chain gang ties shuffle in their droves,
Baking suits
In baking clothes.
 
Workers in hole of tarmac bleak,
Stirring in dust
Of cauldrons deep.
 
Town birds pick at discarded breads,
Blinded by glistening
Sweat lined heads.
 
Take me home
Back to the green
Away from this hellish, hell like scene.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

The Man`s Coal Face

Are these life choices we make?

Open prisons

Dictated lessons

Maggie’s farm sessions,

Nuts and bolts

Bricks in walls

Sunday evening

Curtain falls.

 

 

 Do you use your creative mind space?

Hammering coal,  from the mans coal face,

Or do you dare for something bigger?

Be brave and pull your own life’s trigger.

 

 

 We are all sold a great big lie,

Careers matter

Ask yourself why?

Button shirt

Tie straight,

Groundhog journey

Mustn’t be late.

 

 

 With a two-fingered salute

And clenched fist wave,

Make time to catch,

Times passing wave.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.