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Mail From Merle

Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…”
Gwendolyn Brooks

I don’t know how old I am
perhaps six or seconds before
in the florist-shop across the river
all vases smell like hell

he is standing in a floating tub
in the middle
a central-piece on a quantity of water
my uncle is nice
my uncle is fishing
I like him a lot
he loves me too much

family is my uncle

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Cold guitar

[thoughts]

and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep down
where the ropes end
where the light is thin
like a last breath
like a string
stretched beyond death
in a perfect tune
me,
this piece of wood

...to Daddy

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

The 102nd humorous poem

[inspired by Wendy Cope’s anthology ‘The Funny Side’ - published by faber and faber]

The sun is nowhere
This summer’s delayed
My throat is like sandpaper
Earth is my head
I read Wendy Cope’s masterpiece and I blabber:
“Will I ever be published by faber and faber?”

The news just announced
Now, at BBC
That people live longer surrounded by sea
“Rubbish” I say and switch of the TV
“I’d live longer only if ff published me.”

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

She was here

..and tangled up in ivy
this tomb her humble home
no heartbeat to surrender to
so cold and so alone

a passing cloud of haven
she watches from above
you aching for her beauty
the lips you used to love

these tears of naked sorrow
are kisses that you long
days pass without tomorrow
and no one to belong

for she is now your memory
her laughter now asleep

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