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May 23, 2016

Cigarettes And Formula

She carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
they carved it there together

Married at eighteen she was
naive to his temperament
passed it off as tiredness
he works hard for his family

Living in a trailer park she
tries to make her house a home
wants to keep him happy and
the thunder clouds at bay

But she carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
she carved it with a rusty knife

Softened at the sight of her
his first child a healthy girl
gave her mother some small peace
from his deepening rancour

There must be more to life than this
cigarette ash and bourbon
not far from the cradle herself
desperate longing for the grave

So she carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
deeper than she had before

 

 

 

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May 22, 2016

This Evening

The night is cold the dark draws in
and sets the plants to crystal dew
which slips beneath each footfall
leaving trails in our chaotic wake
eerie light will mark them silvery
as the harvest moon glows above
a disc of buttery luminescence
the only witness to nocturnal flights

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May 12, 2016

Little Children

Suffer little children
for they are not
responsible for
your burden
it is
yours.

Suffer little children
for they are not
indentured
or indebted
you owe
them.

Suffer little children
for they are not
an outlet for
frustrations
stay your
hand.

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May 9, 2016

Youth

In your youth you are a breathtaking masterpiece

Not painted by numbers inside pre-drawn lines

Nor an abstract melange of careless splatters

But a meticulous rendering of perfection in oils

The light striking golden in all the right places

Illuminating your face like the great romantics

Surrounded by tamed nature you stand proud

Your bright distant eyes fixed on something distant

In your youth you are a stunning depiction

And just like a painting on a stark gallery wall

Hung above my eye level and quite out of reach

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May 6, 2016

Excerpt From Amicus

We don’t suffer fools’ so lightly

Eulogise the things we’ve seen

Stay out late at pubs on Sunday

Fuelled by red wine and caffeine

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April 27, 2016

When

When the liquor sweetness has gone
and the lingering softness upon my lips
honied tenderness now long departed
your kisses are a bad taste in my mouth

When the laughter has faded away
and leaves its shadows upon the walls
echoes of much brighter times
your words scattered ashes in the wind

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April 20, 2016

Buried Shallow

What is it that blinds the uncurious

to precious things beneath the surface

waiting patiently to be discovered by

someone who knows and appreciates

that searching those forgotten places

often leads to seams of gold

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April 19, 2016

Excerpt From A Sad Account #3

On the first day, we met in the baggage hall of the regional airport

You’d flown in from your place, and me from mine. You arrived first.

I saw you across the carousel, bag in hand. I’d missed you so much

We embraced, careful not to show affection in strangers’ company

You were thirsty, we got orange juice, then we caught a green cab.

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April 12, 2016

Just A Thing

Was it the swift southerly wind that swept

up the narrow entrance to the harbour

and cleared the mid-day heat from the hills

dragged the tiresome humidity from the air?

 

Or was it the last fingers of golden dusk

that crept up longitudinal valleys

and rendered the colours all to charcoal

gave way to the night’s deep inky hues?

 

Or perhaps inevitable evening’s sighs

transition from harsh bright yellow to twilight

as we stood upon the waterfront

while the ocean turned to obsidian?

 

Was it the coarse cries of returning gulls

the footsteps of a well weathered commute

that left you dumbfounded and speechless

when I asked you that important thing?

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April 9, 2016

A Faint Smile

You took my breath away

like a swift blow to the chest

hollow and winding

but not at all unpleasant

not at all violent

pleasantly surprising

drawing a faint smile

after the initial drop jaw shock

lips curling up at the edges

You took my breath away

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