Tag: memories
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Southside Childhood
When I was a kid, we used to jump into a bush We called it the bouncy bush, passing give a push To a pal I get eczema when I stress itches like thrush Skin blotches up one shade off ketchup I scrape away layers like Shliemann’s dynamite until the raw sheens The treasures of…
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Waiting For The Kettle Age Seven
After my brother’s stabbing I remember the kettle boiling At light’s lapsing arrived dour parents, wearing day’s toiling Alighting long suffering fell silent and longsighing allowed finally feel thankful Tankful of upturned woe vial, aside them angels and viler iterations April’s ides bewared, too tired for ire they thanked God for two sons Dad upon…