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Cyun

Cyun

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~Cupid’s Menticide~

Some killed by arrows and some with traps
Heads tipped with poison and body paralysed
Simple rosy glance, and then by scent of Eve
-ning, putti spectate the dance of woven limbs

Locked inside the well of deceit, venomous Venus
Vindictive and vile, once a poor farm boy, raked
By nailed hands and waylaid in net of claret hair,
For his sowing seeds, sought for harvest of babe.

20-May-2012 15:41:38 - Last edited on 15-Jul-2012 11:54:42 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~Old Age Prisoner~

Up at seven, porridge, toast plays absolute havoc
With my stomach, then down to the supermarket
To buy a newspaper and a couple of bits for my
Daughter-in-law that she doesn’t need or want
Just like me.

I go down to the duck pond to feed them bread
That I bought from the supermarket which I didn't
Need or want, and neither did my daughter-in-law
And I meet Barny, who has been sat on a bench alone
Just like me.

I leave because he starts talking about Germans again
And I go back home on a bus, because it means sitting
Next to someone as if I knew them, or they cared about
Me, but it was a hooded youth who looked grumpy
Just like me.

20-May-2012 15:41:46 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2012 18:53:52 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~Left Side of the Bed~

I remember her car key cacophony ebbing away,
Yet still it jangles in my skull every night and day.
Her flesh evanesced from the left side of the bed,
Yet still I savour anchored scent of her fond head.

Oh how my body shakes within this quiet home,
Instead of you I begin uttering to the wall “shalom.”
Boil the kettle for tea for two and one mug cold,
There is one toothbrush wet and the other old.

20-May-2012 15:41:54 - Last edited on 26-Jul-2012 13:02:41 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~A Different One~

Muddy knees and ruddy elbows
I watch them, nobody knows.
They caracole through cut grass
Bicycle spokes and broken glass.

Frolic the sprinkler patter splatter
Smell of hot tarmac, “what’s the matter?”
My mummy nudges “go on go, play”
“Go from the window and go away.”

Shuffle kerfuffle towards the swings
Up and down they go, upon play things.
“Can I join in?” to my new found friend
Reluctant to be seen with this tag end.

“Tell me what it’s like to have fun.”
I whisper, “Tell me what it’s like to run.”
“I never have” I admit “and I never will”
Darwinian tactics for I am frail, flaccid, ill.

“Those kids are looking at me” I soliloquize
“What, who, how, it, thing, yuck” they chastise.
I try to articulate what I am and what I’m not
*I don’t like this game” crucified chagrined blot

“I want a happy game where there’s no loser”
I cry, “I don’t like this game and I want a different one.”

20-May-2012 15:42:03 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2012 02:07:39 by Cyun

Cyun

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~Blackberry Bushes~

My friend grows his very own blackberry bushes
He needs a still and lonely room with no one in
He locks himself inside and slams the windows
He drinks too much, I tell him, he drinks a lot
You’ve never been in love, I tell him, no love.

The blackberry bramble twists around him
The thorns piercing through his stripped flesh
No one speaks, he can’t hear you anyway
The spaces between the prickly vines disappear
What is my friend trying to show and say to us?

*I think I drink too much” He muffles mangled
“Never mind,” he says “never mind,” he says
The vines appear tighter, we can’t get to him
Help! Help! We cry, peering in the key hole
“I drink too much” he says, “never mind.”

20-May-2012 15:42:11 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2012 13:35:48 by Cyun

Cyun

Cyun

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~Rain~

Seatbelt rash to
goosebump neck,
Aluminium wreck,
Pale fingers loose
On the steering
Wheel of misfortune
Patter splatter glass
Shatter facsimile
Shards in puddles
Of reddish water,
Ambulance aurora,
Flash upon stony
Eyes under scarlet
Rivers and wet hair
Headlight obscured
By slanting liquid
Sunshine onto baby
Seat strewn across,
Greasy tarmac toss,
It’s still alive, I doubt.

20-May-2012 15:42:51 - Last edited on 08-Aug-2012 16:18:27 by Cyun

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