david e golledge

A butterfly beats it’s wings
and a gentle zephyr,
rising over half a world,
brings the tsunami
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Just what exactly
do I have to do?

Not by way of apology
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She raised the steaming carton to her pout,
full lips meeting a head of froth
and chocolate
and there go I,
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She complained
I didn’t give
enough.
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Too much life.

Too much
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Your scent on my shirt
brings your face.

It spans the width and
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Governed by signs.
Restriction, limitation, warnings and
consequences of failure to comply.
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Lying side by side.

Inverted comma's
in a speechless coma.
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There were just
the two of us
in the room.
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Suddenly you were there
And it seemed you always had been.
Slowly growth of care
Fates arrows land unseen.
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The confident cyclist holds his
handlebars with one hand.

Ambidextrous assuredness,
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A heterosexual couple
walk into a gay
West End bar.
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And on the Embankment
I put my arm around you,
wanting to add the physical
to the arsenal of our friendship.
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She asks -
what's different?
And I can't really say.
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Turn off the i-pod, take out the earbuds.
Silence the MP3 player, walkman,
Minidisk, mobile, and listen.
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When I’m gone I’ll think of you.

On the opposite side of
the hour you’re living
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The loves I’ve had.

A long list of self afflicted
plagioseres, occasional fire
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And Winter returned,
towards dust we travelled.
Her meaning become meaningless
as windswept as the sea.
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Those fine sad eyes
That tear me apart
Once burned with life.
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