Matthew J. Hall
Snooker Ball
I have a fractured memory
of a quiet railroad track
where I found a snooker ball
it was red
after staring at it in my hand
I put it in my trouser pocket
I don’t rememberĀ
what happenedĀ
to that red snooker ball
I wish I still had it
in place of this fractured memory
of finding something beautiful
and failing to hold on to it
Cut the site strings
of flying dreams
watch them float away
into the heavens
where they resurrect
stars from coma;
who had dreams
of their own,
once
Woke
with a stomach
wet with regret
unpleasant memories
in tact
worse still
I was all set
to get dressed
and do it
all over again
Night Terror
colours of a sinking sun
spill onto the earth
final yet redemptive
like warm blood into battle ground
the star-scared sky
is a cold blanket
but hours only
keep the bird’s song away
Published 12-3-17

Matthew J. Hall has had poems and stories published in various mags, anthologies and online creative endeavors. His poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves, is available through Blood Pudding Press. His poetry collection, The Human Condition is a Terminal Illness, is available through Bareback Press. He reviews small press books at www.screamingwithbrevity.com