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Circle Line
if you must touch me, make it brief
I am averse to women with designs
my life wanders its own sweet way,
runs on long-distance parallel lines
avoiding people doesn't come easy
takes a full life-time of deliberation
alone in a cold third-class carriage
that never quite reaches a station
tunnels never ending, dumb that
wild clatter as rolling stock slows,
memo...
Thursday 27th May 2021 12:27 pm
Brother
I wrote this piece while I was caring for my identical twin brother, following major surgery. Nearly everything you may have heard about identical twins is true.
Brother
The pain of being is not mine, but
my brother's. He cries and howls the Midnight
down into uneasy drowse
as the daylight lifts his covers
over swelling clouds of hurt.
Breaking, I balm him a little,
wh...
Sunday 14th January 2018 4:11 am
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