2005-07-18
'Don't need a doctor honey you need a mortician baby'....
strange turn of events in the street puntuated by churches
telephone wires and tram lines
I sit with the darker mirror of myself
and try not to lose conciousness
she says we're okay
better than just alright
bright young things - surrounded by luck and love and liberty - these events are good for you and in turn you good to them
no freeze frame no stop motion no sneezing
we are good women. the best kind of women
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Sunday morning sun shining on the emerald green dress
will oldham on the wireless
he's sitting in the easy chair
rocking and proclaiming his fragility
I tilt his chesnut head just so and begin to snip
cut away his curls and worries
until clean shaven new man appears
he looks up at me with bright new eyes
Mr Powell pens another poem
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