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gyproc two

the cat ate the gyproc

the cat is playing statues

 

the wind would weep around the timbers

if it wasn’t afraid

 

some kind of plant

unjugged on the table

is reaching for a sun-bleached card

 

kiss me, youth was a tantrum

put out the dish cloth

it leaves puddles on the floor

 

miss haversham wasn’t born in a day, you know

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©EBFay

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Oh dear, that was a much longer break than I realized. I have been relocating…

Anyway, EB Fay is back.  I also write at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com, ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com, and http://www.songsofnoticing.com

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 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

in death…

in death your cousins are generous

I tell the smiling windowsill friends

their bones

have brought us through again

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©EBFay

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