The undefinable state of what was and is to come by Jonathan Beale

The undefinable state of what was and is to come
 
Prophecies of Tom Waits  
 
Somehow indescribable
One slight; one night; once among the neon
and the bar room noise
                        The chaos
 
Seemed to be alien
vaguely relative, somehow familiar.
The action something invisible something unreal
Although important for need of mankind
The need for when all else has drained
 
Down, down, away, away, away.…
All their eyes were distracted by
The neon,  billboards, and garbage blowing about.
Now forgotten.
 
Yesterday wants - now gone
bellies empty
Unrequired – unrequited
 
Strangely it shuffled by,
A stranger did something smoothing
The sculpture of another life
from another world.
 
“Pick up your pen and begin         
write until the muse visits
the poem written in your head
is more pure than on paper.
You’ve no  need for what ‘they’
need you have something
far, far better and more pure.”




Bio: Jonathan Beale has poems published in print and online around the world his  work can be found in such books as ‘Drowning’ and ‘The Poet as Sociopath’ (Scar publications). His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Destinations-Raxiera-Jonathan-Beale-ebook/dp/B018F6GWQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1452199641&sr=1-1&keywords=jonathan+beale Recent work published in Dissident Voices, Red Fez, and Sheepshead Review. He lives in deepest Surrey.