Three Poems by P. A. Morbid

This detritus of brick, forlorn
and crumbling buildings.
Somewhere, unseen among
the empty streets, roads
lumpy and cracked, the
ghost of industry hides.

Monday 17th of September 2018

Saltburn Station

Jackdaws rise
black against grey
their harsh cawing
beautiful in the rain.

Friday 29th of September 2017

Earthbound, the weight of your
expectations was always greater
than your ability to achieve them.

Sunday 6th of January 2019

About the Author:
p.a. morbid lives in Middlesbrough, runs The Black Light Engine Room Press & is a local historian.