Lost In Space, by Les Bush



Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.
“How can we help you?” I am not sure.

If you’re looking for Art, it is in aisle 2;
Philosophy, Literary Criticism, aisle 3;
political discourse (minus propaganda), aisle 4;

Romance, fantasy and sci-fi, aisle 5;
Erotica, in the corner (big selection). I wander
(lonely as a cloud), lost in distraction.

Years have ticked by; opportunity comes and goes.
Carpe Diem! Hell, what is today? Lose track of time.
This is not a conversation, it is a rambling monologue.

Stage is bare, theatre is empty; I did advertise opening night
(Didn’t I?). Love might not based on merit, wealth or charm.
Regard, respect and recognition is. Tempus fugit,

time flees (or some other piece of learned Latin)
Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.

“How can we help you?” I am not sure.
Maybe I’m happy, being lost and dazed,
dazzled, bewitched; even quite simply amazed.

Les Bush Poet.
12 May 2014


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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