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July 23, 2012
He sat on his backyard step every day,
smoking two cigarettes at once,
with a bottle of cider to hand.
He would hurl verbal abuse at
anyone who dared to pass by.
Sometimes he’d leap up and
dance around them, like the
devil possessed.
But he endeared himself to the
local folks who knew him to be
harmless.
Then one day he died.
And that back street
lost all it’s soul.
It was all about opportunity
It happened
It shouldn’t have
But it did
And they just had to live with it.
They lay together
and the world stood still.
Two hearts as one.
No better thrill
After the split came the re-uniting,
and for a time life was quite exciting
But then old cracks began to reappear,
suggesting the end was very near.
So they parted again but remained in touch,
and still cared for each other very much.
July 20, 2012
Their train of thought has long since
pulled out of the station, and crossed
the tracks entangled in their head.
Though their journey is still ongoing,
their destination is endless, and on
past memories fed.
July 19, 2012
Come and sit by me
You look so in need of a hug
If that chair is too uncomfortable
We could snuggle up on the rug.
Today I am reliable
You can be sure of my attention
I will shower you with kisses
and do things I dare not mention
Tomorrow, I can’t speak for
As there could be intervention.
Events out of my control,
causing irreversible tension.
I deserted you because
you were too soft.
You mothered me.
Smothered me.
Saw to my every need.
You should have been
more challenging, and
stood your ground.
Our relationship is dead
because you had ‘doormat’
stamped across your head.
Consider the safety net he offers you.
He’ll take good care of you.
He’s reliable.
He’ll be there when you fall, and
you may come to love him in time.
I know he’s not demonstrative, and
your heart doesn’t miss a beat.
But he’ll give you a life that is comfortable,
and get you back on your feet.
July 17, 2012
The foundations are solid.
The infrastructure is in place
The only flawed component
is the human race.