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Bores For Thought

As you dig your hole,
I can believe the
Spine-
Tingling,
Mind-
Altering,
Mouth-
Watering,
Earth-
Shattering
Explosion
of dimensions.
I do not judge;
What
Is fine
By
You
Is fine
By
Me,
But this hole -
When it comes
Right
Down
To
It –
Is
Just
That:
Your
Finger
Nails
Are
Scratchcard
Stumps,
Dead ends.

A Very Male Perspective of the Birthday Woman

She’s in possession! Shouts her commentators Seventy minutes gone Ten to go Of a big rugby game The opposition Are edging ahead Suddenly The maul tide turns A great shift of energy inside the pile of men And the ball Is turned over And the opposing team has it And with it They break.
(A very male perspective Of the birthday woman Who’s starkers single - Not even the faintest wave Of a man on the horizon. She needs the pain; Wants to know it, Willing to risk Post-natal whatever As a forty candle salute - In the absence of a child’s Tip-toed effusion In which lungs contract To two sun-dried shrivels - Allows an adult’s Laboured breath To breathe a wish free.)

Death at the Blue Lagoon

It was that first scream that came to pierce the water, snapping away the beauty of his crime.  A second later, wading legs jostled fruitlessly in twos, shouts mere muffles from beneath.  The figure, anchored still, had been looking up from his lagoon bed, his body relaxed as the pump and valves worked so delicately to a stop, his breathing set to a bubbling whisper.  He shared a polite word with the bright blue above: a promise, perhaps.

The figure was reminded of a scene from his childhood.  A party.  Invitation only.  By that stage, his mother rarely left the house, but she delivered the R.S.V.P personally.  He found out later that she had gone without his father’s knowing.  Grave Danger, his father said upon their return, Grave Danger.  Insurmountable.  Going alone is bad enough.  Why did you take the boy?  His mother walked briskly to the house, a young figure herself.  Please keep up, darling.  Her hands were clammy.  She kept him as close as if they had been led together.  They…