Saturday, 20 December 2008
'When he gets to the South American sales figures throw in the question about the Sans Marie metals deal, it will stop him dead.’
Anne’s business dealings matched what she was in bed - dirty, slow and then a hot finish.
Today was going to her finest hour and her last.
Growing up too soon
of times gone by.
Beaches, stately homes,
wet museum days out.
Lay-by pop and cake picnics
when bees chased jam. Was mum ill then?
Did her dancing mask the rotting decay?
My childhood packed away before it’s time.
car-boot sales stuff
A Clarity Pyramid
strangers met by chance,
the ones who stopped, stood by
became fellow travellers
“a medicine for what life throws”
obligating, praising, warming
steadfast, open, false, fair-weather
judging, betraying, warring
all day shadows dance around
words rest on tongues
The warmth of the body leaves slowly.
He had spent 50 years next to her. They had laughed in that bed, heard the first and last cries of children, forgiven and let lie.
In the morning, the questions, the cries but tonight was their last embrace. His tears could wait.
‘Get you own dinner then’ The door slammed and footsteps stumped away.
‘I will then and don’t think I can’t,’ muttered Sam.
Finding the chops he followed his vague memory of how mum grilled them..
As he explained later on the phone, ‘the firemen were really cool with the fire.’
The teenagers stood in the cave of the ancestors. This day they become men.
The tribal elders came in quietly and stood in a row and then started the ancient chant, ‘when this bunker opens between sunrise and sunset to which the teenagers responded, ‘the war on terror is won.’