predator

  you’re a predator the tone was vehement voice trembling you prey on people like me single mothers vulnerable you think it's ok just seduce and then piss off at a hint of involvement a fucking predator he held her while she sobbed into his shoulder wondered: am I? is that what I do? thought … Continue reading predator

you can’t take them with you

Poem #17 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction can’t take them with you you can’t take them with you sometimes you want to love them all night long sometimes you want to keep them when they ought to be gone sometimes you want to keep them but you … Continue reading you can’t take them with you

coming home

Poem #16 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction monsieur it is so good to see you such a long time apologies emile was not able to greet monsieur when he entered for the unfamiliar table the fare has been to the satisfaction of monsieur? the waiter attentive? bon … Continue reading coming home

who is he (2)

Poem #15 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction in a place of endings does he seek rebirth among these stone-bordered ghosts among shadows what hope does he seek what heart to find he is weeping are the tears that are falling spilled over me what does he mean … Continue reading who is he (2)

a connection

Poem #14 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction hello mama his approach has been along the gravel path beneath trees and open sky by turns he has meandered to take in the old headstones contrast them with newer trends a dithering indirect approach but at last he is … Continue reading a connection

and yet she looked so

Poem #11 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction a disaster it was not her he should have known she had never seen him before knew of no emile thank you for the flowers but I have to perform another set now good luck finding your lady no she … Continue reading and yet she looked so

speaking of this and that (after the fall)

https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/Small-Blue-RGB-National-Poetry-Month-Logo.jpg so I’m standing there with my mother on the ground fallen from height faceplant onto the concrete waiting for an ambulance my father wheels up wheezing like Vader emphysema and a totally enclosed self-centre says how much rain did you get last night I’m looking at my mother lying full stretch she’s stopped bleeding … Continue reading speaking of this and that (after the fall)

sometimes it’s dancing – old fashioned tap

Poem #10 from tuesday night at emile's Back to: tuesday night at emile's – Introduction start your feet moving tap-eta-tap-eta-tap set your arms in motion make it light speed and dazzle tap-eta-tap-tapping [CLAP] shuffle around the issue don’t break the rhythm backwards is a special [CLAP] start another pattern ratchet up to blinding never stop … Continue reading sometimes it’s dancing – old fashioned tap