I don't miss you at all,
not one bit
except this bit
now,
I suppose
but
that's really only to tell you
now that I don't miss you one bit
no, not a bit
not one bit
i'm happy to report
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
Bye bye stolen years

Faye is looking over at me and Adam is squeezing the cat while my sun splashed short-wearing family in the '70s radiates from the fridge door. The sounds, tastes and smells of summer and sand and fizzy orange and a mouth full of sea and the twigs and seaweed in your hair – siren youth, where is it gone? Or is it just around the corner? Always here. I feel its sweet breath on my neck. That neck that would have been snapped so easily. Those stolen years are back. Life's mighty clock's big arm has swung heaving the bulldozed earth aside to let me pass on my way.......
Monday, August 31, 2009
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