Poo Corner – Issue 17

SELF-RAISING FLANNEL

AFFLICTED BY A LIFELONG IN-

VOLUNTARY STRATEGY

WHERE I CAN ONLY APPEAR TO BE:

A FICTION, A CONSTRUCTION

IN THE MINDS OF 

THE INCURIOUS

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YOUR WORDS OF WOULD ARE

 FASHIONED BY A DILETTANTE CARPENTER

INTO AN EMOTIONAL GALLOWS

WHERE LIFE IS SUSPENDED

IN VIOLENT JERKS, EXECUTING

NECESSARY SOBER SILENCES

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HAVING STOLEN INTO THE GALLERY

THE CHILD IS STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS

BY CONSCIENCE FEELING

WAVES OF GUILT AT WANTING

TO TOUCH THE BEAUTY

OF A REPRESENTATION OF A

GORGEOUS STRANGER;

CRYING SUDDENLY, DROWNING

HIS UNREALISTIC FEELINGS,

HE WITHDRAWS,

KNOWING AT LAST

HIS WRONGDOING.

THE ONLY DILEMMA NOW BEING

WHETHER TO RECONSIDER OVERHEARING OTHERS’ JOIE DE VIVRE AS AN ACT OF HIS SELF DESTRUCTION.

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Her small finger tiptiptips a tear

Closer than thought possible

Hearts and minds intertwine

And paint love in primary colours

Two the first number you both felt

Then and again in this wonderful now,

Souls sounding, each becomes one

Other becomes mother

In a full-throated ease of daughter

Early learning commingles with now;

Real gets no simpler than this

Or more beautiful

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A finger you’ve held with others

Becomes singularly powerful;

Her strength is growing

Seeing her own colours through a clearer I;

Her, the one you bathed in early years of clouded tears and puffed up petulance, now manifest in this touching

Wherein you are vividly reflected never to fade.

Her hand, as yet tiny, will in time

Touch and caress hearts of as yet strangers,

And now talks to you, of you, reaching into you crayon-armed, drawing a proud tear

Tracing wordless love whose lines braid

At once each, both, together

Even you in your wisdom

Are surprised by the beauty.

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The chocolate mousse and cream went down lovely

And the little white card with what you thought

Was a bad picture of you, fell

 like a butterfly in a downpour.

Lucky bin. It must have thought it was its birthday!

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AGAIN AND AGAIN

THEY CAST THE SUCKING STONE

AND BEFORE PLACING IT

CARELESSLY IN THE OTHERS’ POCKET

THEY LICK OFF THE BLOOD

OF ITS VICTIMS

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UNTHINK,

UNDO,

UNREASON,

UNRHYME,

UNHINGE MY HEART,

AND UNLOVE

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