February 18, 2016

in the background like on a fresco where we melted like drying paint into the cracks next to tress 

swaying with in the breeze

and the radio waves 

they transmitted along different frequencies were just new messages for the code breakers –
 ( hands in pockets 

weapons concealed  

birthday candles waiting for extinction )
          the cat was always curled up

at the bottom of the stairs

a radiator warmth that made him mew and that clock that ticked loud like a bomb
and has anyone met the doctor who was there at their birth? or noticed the pattern of births and deaths?

someone famous dies and you’re convinced they’ve died at least twice before. 
You knew a friend who’s grandfather died at McDonalds on his first visit. Served in the war and died on a plastic chair,

screwed to the floor 

as the ice in his cup slowly melted. 

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