SHE KNEW
For some reason
she disliked me
with venom and
when she was
drunk, she’d hunt
the bars looking
for me to scream:
‘You, you’re a
drunken womaniser!
watch him!
he’s nothing!
he’s a
drunken womaniser!’
my love would
look at me,
grinning,
she knew.
NERVOUS
‘Read it silently, please’
I asked
as she read the risks of
the surgery she was to
shortly have:
the sip of wine tasted
smooth as pink
and white April
blossom:
‘You’re going to be
just fine’ I say:
a smile ease’s across
her face and then she
said:
‘I feel nervous’:
it became quiet and
not too far away a
neighbour felt the
sounds of horror
splitting the skies
asunder with
hatred.
SCHOOL
I was 6 or 7 years old,
just heading to cross
the road into school
with my mama
when the sudden
harsh sounds of a
car’s breaks hit
the world and I
looked into the road
and saw a small
black dog, rolling,
squealing and
whelping beneath
the undercarriage
of the car that in a
cloud of burnt
rubber came to a
stop and the little
creature shook itself
and then quickly
made off and I
stood rigid,
my heart booming,
gripping my ma’s
hand as voices
were raised
as the little dog
disappeared from
eyesight,
forever.
leaving,
behind a scar
on many.
HACKED OFF
Although Mother sun was
high and blazing in blue
and white,
I felt pissed
I felt pissed off
with a lot of things,
with
the horrors of Ukraine
and conflicts around the
world
with
global politics
theology
philosophy
history
art
literature
but I wasn’t pissed
at music
or with my
lover
but I was
really pissed off
with
poverty
hunger
homelessness
injustice
with
the seemingly
hopelessness of
getting it right,
with
the bullshit of
talentless millionaires
called celebrities
with
the shadows that cloak
me with the chimes of
sorrow that taint my
soul with kisses of
sweet betrayal,
I felt pissed
not with Mother sun
or even my neighbours,
but finally, I realised, I
was pissed off
with myself
and gave up looking
for the answer to
the songs in
my head.
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