opal / dark globe

In a back room scratching paintbrushes on
stretched canvas,
a hedgerow
the smell of winter clings on
to long now
washed away
while the strings that tie
that bind
hidden behind
a mothers apron.

Lost, inside
maybe crossed wires?
A chemical imbalance, maybe,
somewhere a dog pined for you,
at the garden gate

the smell of gardenia and fuchsia,
a hedge
cobwebs
the garden shed.

A portrait scratched on canvas
you don’t look the same from this angle
at the distance of years,
in this light,
you’ve changed, a tussle of thatched hair,
now a dark globe.

I remember me and you,
and dominoes.

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5 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    NOT ONCE DID YOU MENTION
    THE REPULSIVE LEGS
    BELOW THE BELLY
    THE NUMBER OR THE SCABS
    THE SINS OF APPETITE
    ASKED TO ACCEPT THE ANECDOTE
    AN EXISTENCE
    SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LIVING AND TELLING
    READERS WITHOUT BONES
    ONLOOKERS I WOULD GUESS

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      • multiplemichael

        NOSTALGIA:
        RIDING BICYCLE WITH A WONDERFUL WOMAN
        A YOUNG WOMAN WITH A TIGHT BODY
        AND A KINKY MIND
        A WOMAN THAT WAS IN LOVE WITH ME
        AND I WAS CRAZY IN LOVE WITH HER
        AND WE HAD SEX LIKE IT WAS JUST INVENTED
        AND HER BROTHER BECAME MY FRIEND
        AND HE TOLD ME THAT SHE WAS A REAL MONSTER BITCH
        AND THAT HE HAD NEVER SEEN HER BE SO NICE
        AND SHE WAS REALLY NICE
        I LOVED SPENDING TIME WITH HER
        WE WOULD TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF
        IN PUBLIC PLACES
        AND GET IN ALL KINDS OF LEGAL TROUBLE
        AND GET ARRESTED TIME AFTER TIME
        AND WE DID THINGS THAT I WOULDN’T PUT IN PRINT
        SOMETIMES LIVING WITH NO MONEY
        AND HAVING MORE FUN THAN HUMANLY POSSIBLE
        SHE HAD A GOOD GOVERNMENT JOB
        THAT PAID WELL FOR LITTLE EFFORT
        SHE HAD A HOUSE AND A POOL
        AND WE WOULD SWIM ALL NIGHT
        AND SMELL LIKE CHLORINE
        AND THE SKIN AROUND OUR EYES
        WOULD GET WEIRD
        AND WE WOULD GO TO OCEAN CITY
        AND HANG OUT AT THIS BEACH
        FAMOUS FOR WILD PONIES
        AND TAKE A FERRY OUT TO THIS ISLAND
        AND EAT EXPENSIVE CHEESE SANDWICHES
        SLEEPING ON THE DUNES
        AND SMOKING ITALIAN CIGARETTES

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      • eatmorewords

        Nostalgia two (for a time and place that’s passed)

        she smelt like chewing gum and flowers – teenage perfume that covered everything
        a secondary skin –
        her school books were covered in doodles and band names and at a party where we shared a joint and discussed things that seemed BIG and IMPORTANT and laughed till the stars disappeared

        back then
        when we kissed
        teeth knocked
        bit lips

        and we made mix tapes with songs that echoed our emotions and we were two pieces of a puzzle
        and we fitted each other
        and we would go to the sea
        to the edge of our island
        and throw stones
        the smell of sea air the squak of gulls

        we tried to prove that two objects can share both space and time

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      • multiplemichael

        EMILY POSTED THAT SHE HAD CUT THE ELBOW-RESTS OFF
        HER FATHER’S CHAIR
        THAT MAY BE CODE (?)
        I ALWAYS LAUGH AT STRICT PHYSICALITY
        MULTIPLE SEEING EYES FOLLOW ME AROUND
        ALWAYS ON DISPLAY….36/7
        IF I REMAIN MOTIONLESS TOO LONG
        AGENTS PINCH ME
        IT MAY SOUND EXOTIC OR ROMANTIC
        CONSTANT APPLICATIONS TO REALITY
        PASSIONS AND CRIMES ARE MEASURED
        THE NUMBERS DOOMED TO NEW MATH
        COMPLEX MATH IN LOOPS

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