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Paperclip

Open up the newspaper of today

Bright lit background of digitize gossip

What we did today

What they are doing tomorrow 

Memories of formers

Going places without you

Smiling at cameras held up high

Reminding of photos of hands outstretched in no

Don’t

I

Don’t 

Want

To be remembered

With

You

Anyone 

But

You

The things they do you wanted to do

The reminders each day 

Of why you aren’t there

Remember 

Remember 

Remember the hurt

And how good it felt

To not be there 

With those frown-y faces

Mugged to selfies

With you 

Anyone but 

You.

That guy You Met for Dinner in Durham or Not

His wife a teacher no adoption with an 85 year old mother

He worked at Nortel a graduated pirate

From a local university.

He talked about Lily Pads adapting

Large leaves sun gatherers with thorns below

saving energy by investing low risk

And resting between on the current lily pad

Bellhave on the Palmico River

Raised between two mothers and two fathers

He and his twin sister

Made a pact to not talk 

About the whiteness of their lives

Amid the blackness of the bruise the blues 

They followed

Playing in car choked gin joints

and river bank tourist traps

Hyperfocused

He said he wasnt a team player

Dont talk to him of work cuz he was done

Retired

Not following a task

His lover Helen gone

An associate professor 

The Episcopal Church

Next to the Unitarian

His house sits and he plans his clearing

Of lives from the paper in the study

Over Run

Books and research

Outdated and vintag-ified

He brings them as gifts to dinner

For your grandchild

The mites between the pages

Looking for that new home

You'll provide.

Rainy Kiss

There was a kiss in the rain.

Two umbrellas overlapping

At different heights,

A canopy of color

In the grey and moist daylight.

Ankles wet, I slide into your kiss.

I fit under your arm

In the sideways kiss of good-bye,

Leave taking, see you soon,

One foot going, the other wishing to stay.

Warm and flush from your embrace,

I breathed in the stillness of the moment,

A heart-opening

A heart-filling

A heart-stopping 

Moment.

Because,

There, in that moment,

Where two umbrellas overlapped,

The world disappeared,

And there, was

A kiss.

heart malket 

Jennifer sold out and stole my heart, then ran away

laidened with bags and bankers draughts. She

picked cherries from brittle stalks in plastic boxes,

and with grazed fingers lined her thin coat.

Now old records play with a back ground of sizzling

eggs and chips, and the little gold fish we won at the

fair, has swum backwards then half drowned. I have

stuck a safety pin in it's top fin for counter balance.

Our house has re-adjusted itself to less heat, it

only answers to me now, and the kitchen cupboards

hold an arsenal of Paracetamol in giant blister packs,

which I use for pillows.

Early mornings I walk to the park, and sit in a children's 

play area on the roundabout, watching the line of people

develop into buses. Peeling church doors unlock to let

in religious cats and pigeons, with an opening ceremony

of thudding hymn books on pews.

My whiskers do battle with my chin, creating swells of

red alert, and I carry plastic bags full of her unwashed

clothes to breathe (sic) through for comfort. Whilst nosey

neighbours stare from net curtains at predicted down

falls like Victorien silhouettes.

With little faith I can build a championship of peculiarity,

and blow a penny whistle, to attract friends in white plimsoils

from card board cities and worm hole undergrounds. We'll all

throw our lives at the flames of a heartless fire in a dustbin,

I mean, I wouldn't want to disappoint.