For after all
(And before all)
Is no more than
Now and here
Cosying up together
STAGE BY STAGE
All simply a play
Once the actors leave the stage
No one to punish
TRICK CYCLISTS* BEGONE
Neuroses? Not so!
Simply those predilections
We love to call ours.
A big thanks to Annie for this beautiful Dragon-related award.
It seems I have to proffer five facts about myself. I have picked my way in between facts I have previously revealed elsewhere (to the best of my knowledge) and those I would rather conceal for one reason or another, thank you, and come up with these:
1. I am left-handed.
2. I have been there and come back.
3. I began life in a Christian house and never left home.
4. However I have built on several extensions, some quite extensive..
5. I am not much of a gardener.
I am also required to nominate between five and ten fellow writers. So, in no particular order:
5. The Prattle of Hastings
As ever deserving a wider audience and so …
Originally posted on Ventures of a love-sick fool and poetic menace.:
Tucked in neatly like a dress shirt;
my grief stays put, until I get home from work.
Properly labeled and shelved like hurt in stock,
the mark you’ve left is kept
until the next time I put on some music and get drunk alone.
Like a cross concealed by clothing
because your beliefs are nobody’s business but your own,
how long I carry this torch is between myself and God.
Like a habit sheathed in solitude,
my suffering is a private event hosted in stolen moments
between conversation and company,
behind jokes and impulse purchases.
Because how much I drink about you
is between me and my liver until it fails.
Like a disability masked by artificial limbs,
every laugh and smile may just be a parlor trick
that’s harder than it looks.
I may walk the rest of my life with a limp,
but I won’t introduce…
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