''Konnichiwa"

A voice claims my attention

foreign and disembodied

''konnichiwa"!

I walk dripping from the shower

to the bedroom.

On the bed a fresh white towel lay folded

and upon that my 'phone.

It's her.

Two women in my room

one does the bidding

for the other

The ring-tone

female and Japanese.

I place the vibrating 'phone

upon the dresser.

Taking t...

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Write your promises

on steamy glass

your vows of love

with fingered air

what meaning meant

now base and spent

as a smile becomes 

a sneer. 

words and foto T Carroll

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I washed her

from my pillow-slips.

In a white plastic bucket

I soaked away her body's breath,

and with bleach removed

the evidence she had  left.

We snatched the time

to make our marks

with sweat and 

firm commitments.

The stains on stolen sheets

proved easier to erase

than those she ground into

the fabric of my room,

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My loose checked tie

Not knowing where she was

I strolled

along the sodden 

broken street.

My hands pocketed, 

I clutched the ten punt note

rescued from her purse.

There were brown laces

in my black brogues. 

I was whistling.

I had not washed in two days

I boulevarded down Pierce street.

and skipped past 

O'Shaughnessy's provisions

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I grabbed the blade
She held the handle
I gripped it tight
She swifly pulled
I looked at her smile
She assured me of our continuing friendship.

words T Carroll

music  TalkTalk

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