Poems by Derek Haines
Places I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve been. I’ve been to London to visit the Queen. When I arrived she wasn’t home. I think it’s because I forgot to phone. I went to Memphis to see the King. When I got there he wasn’t in. Someone said the King was dead. […]
When someone comes up with a cure for insomnia, they’ll make a fortune. However, until then us night crawlers will continue to be driven mad by the sound of the ticking clock. Two AM Two in the morning, It’s quiet ‘round here. Two in the morning, There’s no one to hear. Two in the
Metro, Boulot, Dodo (Train, Work, Sleep) The alarm clock rings, Shower and dry. Dress and comb, It’s breakfast time. No time to waste, No time to spare. Quick drink of coffee, And straight out the door. Metro, boulot, dodo, Always on the go-go. Never time to go slow, Always time to go Joe. Metro, boulot,
Shadows Shadows meander through the sunshine of my mind – all the time. Casting doubt, despair and grief on daily wonders – how unkind. Twisting, turning, bending, pasting darkness on my light – they are mine. Shifting ever deeply on the thoughts that I would wish – sorrow time. Go away and darken somewhere else
