Archive | August, 2014

Charitable Days

13 Aug


Days are made charitable by their absence ,

best off intruding someone else’s eviscerated

existence rather than mine ;

Time was when I felt

that I had time ,

some substance of it

in my backpocket ready for

rainy days that sort of thing ,

but no , days are not like that ,

monstrous they are great

impervious behemoths with their

unrelenting array of hours ,

all twenty-four of them ;

count them then count them again ,

absence makes the heart grow fonder ,

in their case absence makes

the days grow longer ,

or so it seems to one with

the imprint of the day’s boot

on my face where it had stamped down

with an indifference peculiar to time ;

tick tock tick tock as though time didn’t care ,

which of course being Time it can’t possibly can it ?

Days espouse nothing other than…

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What Absolution Feels Like..

13 Aug

My good friend


She’d worn her bright red skirt

low cut top and boots as usual,

Saturday nights were just too

slow without them;

after she’d left the “Diamond Bar”

there’d been a ruckus ,

some guys had lost all their

money playing five-card stud:

hyped up they took to smoking joints

and drinking in their pickup truck,

later she strolled nonchalantly

across their feral radar;

after they gagged her

they took turns,

when they’d finished,an old baseball

bat was smashed across her face;

two days later she woke up,

her face all broken,

bandages over her eyes,

a newspaper left by her bedside

reported a candidate’s speech,

” we must restore law and order”

had her eyes seen that story,

her dyslexia would’ve let

those words escape her.

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