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Ghosts of the wrecking ball

Have gone.…

I don’t think about him any more
Not even the song…

….the last thing he said ?
*Oh no…I’m a skyscraper

….this town is so small.*

I thought that he was injured…
Or even mad…

Look at the time
Is this the good time you promised me…
O Jack O’ Diamonds.

It is so quiet
I can hear the sound of distance
Hitting my temple

I need to get there…
Where is this train going ?

Home…
Dead seeds on the desk
This isn’t a home…

Namaste…he never said namaste
thank god.
That would have been too much.

Kristine Byrne 15th August 2014

 

 

Poems - 2014