Archive for May, 2012

She knew a nurse…

She knew a nurse

the loving kind

who left the jungle

on a rope and Huey

 

She did ride a Harley Davidson

looking for a way to die

 

He had a granddad

came home from the mud

and he is sure

the dying horses

never leave his milky eyes

 

There was a father, too

as much of him as left—

same jungle

similar mud

 

When she was a girl in school

she read Wilfred Owen to them all

Some teachers cried

Some friends looked serious

 

Then there was Falklands, Bosnia,

Desert Storm, Afghanistan

 

I’m told I’m bred of military men

they never had to look for work

 

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com, ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com, and http://www.songsofnoticing.com

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He measures time…

He measures time in candles

frugal even with them

 

Eat alone, read alone

and the shadowed corners and small compass

make loneliness less jagged

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com, ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com, and http://www.songsofnoticing.com

he lights the sticks…

he lights the sticks they’d gathered

they are brittle, perfect now

they flame as planned

 

what is the occasion? she whispered

these were for emergency

 

i’m cold, he said

and leaving here tomorrow

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com

Connoiseur number 1 and 2

Number One

 

I like my poems anorexic

opined the connoisseur

I want to stroke their little bones

 

Number Two

 

suffering

oozed the connoisseur

is relative

 

my approbation is worthy of your suffering

 

I am sensitive

that is my gift

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com and ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com