Thursday, January 28, 2010

AN ODE TO DUANE


St Valentine, a kiss on a card
a hearts outline mapped on
a bare arm.

A Shitty bunch of flowers,
two years too late.
A heart shaped balloon,
deflating.

Bin bags and a door step,
a still born kitten,
a cellar full of rats.

The four fat tyres which
you slowly swallowed over
the past five years.

Ya ma, when i had her.
Your face, under a brick.

Dead.

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