A poem about trapped life and potential. The time-lapse video is of Galway Cathedral and the Corrib River from Woodquay on an Autumn evening in Ireland.

Listen to the poem recited by Cormac Culkeen in the video link below:

Guitarist

Swoops meld, divebomb
Chill howls, silent strings
Rut his ears, a factory line
Pumping hiss n’ burn from
Arms and shoulders

In high fluorescence
That cuts blood black,
Dreams sweat locked cold,
Machineries shriek notes
Amongst a ballet of meat.

Outside, straining the smoke,
He cups a cigarette to birdsong
And glances at morose, mossy roofs.
An itching town flaking its houses
Colours, building fearstink of
Waiting animals, tightened breath
Spraying into cutthroat dark.

Later, a room of pamphlet eyes
Watch moments stolen for himself
Glide over frets, gut the empty air.
Dust dances from a worn neck
Bridging silence and light.

Stopping the wind, bent notes
Pour from his scalp, while
Through a slit window, a cold
Moon bathes the town,
Saying ‘go’.