Mid Afternoon Sunset

As I've been posting up a lot of old stuff recently, here's a little something that is recent. I've been writing a lot of short poems of late, and I must say, I'm enjoying it. I reminds of a few years ago when I was just trying it out, mostly for my own amusement.

Mid Afternoon Sunset

It's always

This

Time of year.

Where

Something

Keeps putting the potato

Up the exhaust

Of

my dreams.

Ruby Wax

Was leading

Hymn practice

At the packed Catholic church

I visit

at Christmas

And the odd

Easter.

There was instructions

for hand

movements.

I couldn't take it.

To the disappoint

Of

My Dad

As

I walked

Out

Into

The quiet evening

Feeling

Guilty

But glad

Of the 

air.