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Girls In Care

dust on her heart

cob-webbed her soul

weak eyes a toll of the hearts she stole

 

is she happy

counting the scalps?

yet mostly she scaled molehills, not Alps

 

easy meat, she

saw me coming

smile so sweet that chic chatter numbing

 

beauty's cool but

not forever

her sheen soon broke free of its tether

 

snug in wrinkles

a crown of wigs

her neck's...

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Dead Leaves

Dead Leaves

 

You once grew green

On lofty branches

Defiant against the clouds

Fluttering in the breeze

But now the tree has gone

Just a pale ghost of memory

And the sky is dominant

In my front windows

 

Your first death was brittle

Old man skeleton scratching

Whipping up your decline

In whorls of frustration

And when the rain came

Like falling tears

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The Reunion

Saw you again

over the wine and canapés,

and it was as though you

were dead to me all over again.

Your shining eyes were locked

with some other bloke’s and I

thought, ‘Shite, not again.’

 

Except there is no again,

and it’s my well-crafted lie

to believe that you were alive

to me. Then you came over and said ‘Hi’;

I echoed the same, lamely,

and you said how g...

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Each Branch I Snap

 

each branch I snap spills
accusations of every broken neck I ever wished
so out of politeness I bow my head
to show the dotted line,
the hemp tattooed severance knot;
that grace, which allows my hands
such time to forsake the face
of saved history
when everyday swings
the way of an ending that wont be changed
the grass, as always, redder
on that...

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