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| The Matchbox, London, by Wolfgang Suschitzsky. 1936 © |
stealing into what if...
...I am a selfish salvation-ist
I am a merciful idiot
I am running
through the house
in stained underwear
acting as if I am
still a child
kicking and dancing
in delight to the sound
of a clock striking
Saturday night
Wednesday evening
...I listen to the sound
of someone's birthday
off the back deck
having a cocktail
while smoking a cigarette
do I wish every gift given
was a core poem line
something I could unwrap
and get to know in time
why, yes I do
wouldn't you...?
EJR ©
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