Somewhere the Sun by David Mac

Somewhere along the way
The gods ended and
The madmen took over everything

Somewhere along the way

The poets leapt like tigers
Or wanted to

And the clock faces smiled and

The darkness was unexplainable
And the blues crept in 
When your back was turned

But it’s no problem

Only the sun knows
What’s on the other side

The trick is to hammer it out

True
To let it all fall away

The trick is to never know

To feel it raw
Opening out around you
Like there’s nothing left to lose

The trick is to get it down

On the line
Just right

And not to worry

In time you’ll make it through

And it will be good 

In time you’ll turn everything

Into words

Author bio: 

David Mac is a 34-year-old wino forklift driver whose work can be found in many journals, mags, sites and zines, including: Streetcake Magazine, Bone Orchard Poetry, Ambit, Purple Patch, Ink Sweat & Tears, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Heroin Love Songs, Neon Highway, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Mud Luscious, Burning Houses, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Obsessed With Pipework, Howls and Pushycats, Word Riot, The Delinquent,  Black Heart Magazine, Broken Wine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Negative Suck, Naughty Girl X, Mad Rush Magazine, Gloom Cupboard, Yellow Mama, Welcome To Wherever, Thick Jam, Instant Pussy, Camel Saloon. and many times in Clockwise Cat. He has collections out with Erbacce Press, Knives Forks & Spoons Press, Ten Pages Press, Writing Knights Press, and Like This Press, plus various self-published chapbooks. He walks upon the planet in a state of worry.