Hide In The Hours

I am a restless dog at the feet of a stoic door
unaware of how long the day is
stretching his chain until it is as taut as a tightrope
I hide in the hours
wringing out the tide
beating off dust before it settles

a cobra waiting
its skin half-shed
hanging over cracked ribs
like an unbuttoned jacket
I climb this hastily built ladder
ignore the song of loose nails
and forget every temple I ever passed through

 

Peter Franks is a studio bassist and amateur photographer currently living in London.  He has recorded with numerous bands including anything from country to black metal. Recently he’s decided to try his hand at this writing thing.    

 

 

 

SHELFLIFEMAGAZINE : issue #006