Living on a prayer

 

You punish me for telling you my fantasy,
At night I lock the door so no one else can see,

Refrain,
Come Oberon!

Able only to gasp at the splendor of the sun, come!

 

Photo – ♦Natsumi Hayashi

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Cancer

 

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I’ve lost the use of my heart,
But I’m still alive.

I hear voices,

The hustler and the prostitute,
The gleaming car salesman,

Audible to me all,

The rat at the corner,
Selling drugs,
My husband in the study being busy.

I’m crying everyone’s tears.

 

Photo♦Pierre Holtz for ReutersBest Pictures of the Decade

 

 

 

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Dying is the first race

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Never mind Lawyers,
Children with no mouths,

Never mind Inspiration,
Write Now.

 

 

Photo – ♦Personal♦

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Pain relief

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Builders will continue to build, and
White folk dumpster dive, 

In the winter anyway,

In red,
And blue overalls, scavenge –

Scavenger,
Some for profit, others fun, and I

Cannot be a predator, I
Cannot carry luggage, I

Am dying, and

Perhaps giving things away, a
book or something will relive the pain, lord

Knows I just need some pain relief and, I
Just cannot afford to hoard right now, nor pilgrimage, how

I wish I had done this earlier like,
Forgiven my lover, myself –

Wait,
I’ll do it in dungarees, I am dying and I

Will giv away yellow popsicles instead.
 

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Midnight Gardener

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I hear God in cushion prints,
Leopard pants,

Ancestors,
We Forget;

What if it took place at midnight, would you

Stack hay and win,
Chicago with the broad shoulders,

Hunt mosquitos,
Midnight lover, the

Ebullient wrestler in a,
Pink Venetian mask,

Would you,
Be a brute,

Pretending the contender was not God,
Brisk breeze,

Be the one who,
Proof read the script,

Then promptly forgot,

Alzheimer,
And Jung?

Anger never works.

Photo – Jacob and Esau

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Fine Dining

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Do chickens hold their food with their feet while they are eating?

Some birds do actually,
The Ornithologists have declared,

Hold their food with their feet whilst dining,
Fine dining,

Eat with their hands,
Astonishingly.

Using ones fingers at dinner is perfectly acceptable.

♦photo♦ Jason Reed for Reuters

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Office Lover

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Dreaming of;

Colorful balloons on an African plain,
Hot air rising, with

Rich people making eye contact,
Heaving brandy glasses at the bar by the salt-lick lake,

Making new friends with,
Levitating boobs or

Buoyant balls,
Out on the reef, whilst;

Putting out lurid spread-sheets,
At the office photocopier,

With Sam,
And his dark blue eyes,

Hoping buoyant balls will crack it too,
That male or female,

Cleavage wins,

That bobbing balls will sway him from the levitating boobs of Caroline in the corner,

Will bring Sam round,
With his dark blue eyes,

To dreaming of African sunsets with me.

 

 

 

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