Starry starry night

 

The Last Time That I Saw The Stars

by Jay Harold

http://jayharold.blogspot.com

The last time that I saw the stars

They spun at record speed

Propelled by popped prosecco

Between roses, buds and trees

The last time that I played guitar

I rocked at record speed

I heard my conscience echo

And its sound was bittersweet

The last time that I saw my crew

We crossed some party lines

With Jack and Hen and Tanqueray

Tequila, salt and lime

The last time that I caught the blues

They faded space and time

I had to run so far away

To get them off my mind

The last time that I lost myself

I knew not where to look

My friends pointed the way for me

But oh, the time it took

The last time that I lost myself

I knew where not to look

And now it’s crystal clear to me

But oh, the time it took

Spring, train, country

Springtime at the Countryside 

by Jay Harold*

the smoggy streets of the city struck my fancy for a week

but now it’s time
to say good-bye
and i take a train to the countryside
listening to jazz
but all i hear is drum and bass

a crooner sings of a spring day and it washes over me
i’m feeling good
the sun is high
as a train takes me to the countryside
contemplating jazz
and the poetry of place

i savour the sweet smell of the countryside; i disembark
and as i walk
through this small town
i think i’m feeling good, therefore i am
digging all that jazz
as the sun shines on my face

*Jay Harold is studying Creative Writing
at the University of Essex. 
http://jayharold.blogspot.be