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Damage

DAMAGE

Remember, clients
They wouldn’t be therapists
If they weren’t fucked up

The moment stretches backward
And then stretches forward too

Couples Therapy

COUPLES THERAPY

You have a picture of yourself which is not his picture of you.
You have a picture of him which is not his picture of himself.

He has a picture of himself, which is not your picture of him.
He has a picture of you which is not your picture of yourself.

I have in my head a picture of the both of you different again.
Please leave a cheque with my secretary. See you next week.

God Bless Chemotherapy (Repost)

GOD BLESS CHEMOTHERAPY

I used to ocelot
But I’m stoater these days
Must be the pills

(Tho’ I s’pose I should be saying
“God bless evolution”
Too)

And even Moses
As he grew older
Found himself relying on the tablets more and more

Unfinished

UNFINISHED

To learn so young the art of survival
Assist in keeping family secrets safe
Paper over the crumbling brickwork
Tissue the next seismic shock shreds

Hope and Despair – Comfort and Rejection
Siamese twins turned Indian givers
Left fearful now of any scrap of warmth
Left hating herself the final betrayal

A secret journal the one thing at least
She has some chance to keep sacred
A lifeline through these shameful years
Now become her free psychotherapy

Stabs at writing, at painting with words
“Painting by numbers about my limit”
Moans, “Can’t even keep to the lines”
“So best abandon this clumsy sketch”

Left adrift in the throes of thrashing chaos
A tearful maelstrom, roaring in the silence
The sun and moon, heaven itself devoured
And the earth winding down into silence

Wary of a lurking nervous breakthrough
Judged best left incomplete, this picture
So let the reader allocate the meaning
When satisfied click “Save Changes”

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An earlier version of this, entitled “The Lost Sock” was posted in March 2012. I have removed it.

Have A Care

HAVE A CARE

Careless therapists
No longer heal and instead
Become the rapists

God Bless Chemotherapy

GOD BLESS CHEMOTHERAPY

I used to ocelot
But I’m stoater these days
Must be the pills

(Tho’ I s’pose I should be saying
“God bless evolution”
Too)

And even Moses
As he grew older
Found himself relying on the tablets more and more

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