The lovers

I fight the stairs clutching jeans and water

Whilst she sobs

Behind me

 

It is Sunday

Just after

1am

 

We go out

Drink ourselves stupid

Eat what’s left at whatever’s still open

 

Then we go home

To make war

 

Her tongue

Is vicious

 

Mine

Is worse

 

And it will rage until sleep smothers us

 

But when the grunting of one

Awakens the other

We will be entwined

Glued together like a cheap souvenir

 

Then I or she will peel away

Tread carefully back with

Two hot mugs

 

I believe love and fury to be our strength

And passion

 

What I’m saying

Is life will get dirty

It will inflame the soul

It will steer you toward chaos 

 

And when it accelerates

Foot down

Into a ferocious

Head-on

 

It’s how you survive the crash

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Harry O'Neill

Tue 10th May 2016 20:51

The spacing in this `works`

At first I thought it would work just as well without that first stanza, then realized the stanza`s function in placing the overall situation.

The penultimate two stanzas `universalize` it neatly and
the final line (after the foregoing) is very apt.

Mike`s style strikes me as a place where an attenuated kind of flash fiction meets up with free-style poetic.

It certainly grabs the attention.





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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 10th May 2016 13:15

Cracking words; beautifully yet painfully assembled. A poem to wallow in.

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Nicola Beckett

Mon 11th Apr 2016 22:53

Fabulous

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alan barlow

Sun 10th Apr 2016 17:12

Pretty much a perfect encapsulation of partnership well written I think, suffice to say I love this thankyou for creating and sharing this piece

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Peter knaggs

Fri 8th Apr 2016 14:05

Poem of the week!!!

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Tom

Fri 8th Apr 2016 11:56

Hi Mike, loved this. Well written and strong finish. T.

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