a long way from the rock [for SZ]

I remember those youthful days
hangin’ out in my backyard
before we entered life’s oft treacherous maze
before the choices we made grew hard

I remember diaries
those girlhood secrets we would share
you admired my daring
I worshiped those curls in your hair

although our lives were defined
by a vastly different clock
each day our friendship grew stronger
afternoons by the rock

an unlikely pair we made:
your nature was sunny, while mine was like night
you were blessed with tact
I was bullish & forthright

two disparate souls were we
folks were surprised that we were friends
but we ignored them, traversing through life
closer than siblings or twins

we told each other everything
with no worries that we might shock
our friendship was solidified
in those afternoons by the rock

from Barbie dolls to boys we laughed
cryin’ through marriage & divorce
I tried to keep you anchored
as you struggled to keep me on course

eventually we learned the hard way
that all we thought we knew was a lie
children were born, then they grew
together we watched our fathers die

we’ve grown old & wise together
payin’ no mind to that clock
drawin’ strength from our love for each other
& all those afternoons by the rock

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certainties

it’s a given
that sometime during sleep
nightmarish visions
into her psyche will creep
mindlessly she’ll weep
            she’ll beg
fighting against
the cramp in her leg
but she knows
he’ll stroke her arm
pat her bended knee
she knows his touch will end
the demons’ psychotic spree

it’s a given
that between 3 and 4
when REM sleep kicks in
he will start to snore
unconsciously he mutters
            groans ‘n stutters
awakening suddenly
destination loo
and he knows
once he’s returned
to the now-straightened bed
she’ll wrap herself around him
and plant a kiss on the back of his head

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certainties

when he leaves

every time he leaves
she struggles to understand
why the rooms in her tiny flat
seem to elongate and expand

all sunshine seems
to abandon the place
in protest at the absence
of his kind and gentle face

every time he leaves
she has a cigarette
replays their weekend memories
joy she’ll not forget

his departure leaves a void
that at first throws her off track
but she soon gets over it
secure in the knowledge he’ll be back

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when he leaves

exiles in the land of Nod

okay,
so Mary Magdalene was a whore
but if it’s true that God made everything,
then He made our bodies:
He opened lust’s door

apostle to the apostles
defamed as a lowlife cur
she was a tower an’ a fortress
an’ I know
my Lord loved her

yep,
Jezebel an’ Delilah
messed up royal
but my Lord overlooked this
to forgiveness He was loyal

both women were strong
yet by love they were brought low
one can discover
for oneself
what historians have failed to show

each sunrise we awake
in awe an’ fear of the living God
only to accept
by sunset
our return to worm-filled sod

‘s true: nobody’s perfect
we’ve all fallen short of God
we all of us
are sinners
exiles in the land of Nod

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consoling sounds

sudden puff of air
bed slats creak
mattress’ delighted squeak
signals that he’s not there
(he’s probly gone for a pee
then he’ll be comin’ back to me)

two quiet clicks
water in a rush
noisy toilet flush
cursin’ when the door sticks
(I was right: he needed a pee
now he’s comin’ back to me)

he whistles down the hall
puts the kettle on
another Sunday dawn
shattered by a crow’s call
(now that he’s had his pee
he’ll bring a cuppie back to me)

sunlight assaults my head
his pillow smells like him
givin’ in to a sudden whim
I clamber out of bed
(his face I long to see
but first I need a pee)

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this folder is empty

as black & empty
as the vastness of space
white & crisp
like new curtains made of lace
hard & heavy
like Sisyphus’ boulder
a fire that
continues to smoulder

strugglin’
like any animal in a trap
burnin’
like a bad dose of the clap
runnin’
like weeds grown wild
with all the confusion of
a bullied child

darkness
like a closed coal mine
you wait
like clothes dryin’ on a line
hopin’
like a woman awaiting birth
jes’ hold your head high
an’ remember what you’re worth

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