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Bad Girl

I'm trying to find the leather straps
that bound my wrists with yours still
heavy from the inertia of your flesh.
It's the salt of memory, the smell of

Larry picked up the Journal and began flicking through it while Celia unravelled the truth of her past to them both...

Inspiration point- 03/07/08, 00:44am – just wondering what a man might feel at the birth of his child.

Bobby finds his wife doing the wrong kind of dance with some cowboy! Who is "the other woman?"

Forgiven? - not likely. Forgotten? - never.

Nostalgia with sweets

...he whispers a seed that digs deep into her dreams...

A poem about young love. And how we may think that a person is perfect they can turn out to be no different than any other.

A story of love and the loss of love. For my friend Sam.

Horrible, horrible day.

Verbing the noun... is that a euphemism?

A prose poem.

I like to imagine my girlfriend alone, ordering ravioli in the café where they know her name but mispronounce it.

A strange cosmic journey (man)
A bilious wave travelled up from my feet to the volatile depths of my belly
I took a deep breath and injected myself with a booster of horseradish jelly

‘Well Mr Kessler, what is it that I can do for you?’ said Celia.
‘Psychic my ass.’ Thought Larry, but he needed to make sure.

Underneath, there is a fluid
Running through the soil and sandstone
Blood dark and rich with tales
Buried deep and weighed down with buildings

I’m dining on memories,
Snacking on snippets of conversation,
Gobbling stolen glimpses,
Eating up everything I remember
Of you as you were.

I loved the you I remember;

From the park fountain
Where the children drink,
Lapping happily
Between uncaring play
And mothers' folded frowns.
Dashing up ripples
With little toy hands;
Parachute droplets
Wink in the sunlight

Big Jim Morris gets dumped by his wife. Can he find happiness with a lonely woman in the back street bar under those city lights?

She was always in. Confirmation leaked through by way of the dull, whiny hum of the stretching hoover, the dizzying spin of the washing machine or the clinking as she squeaked the duster round again.

IPOW 27/06/08