Due to the Queensland floods, I will be very busy at work for quite some time. So this blog doesn't go completely to pot, I am scheduling a series of my old poems to post automatically over the next few weeks to keep things ticking along. If you leave a comment, I may not get back to you for some time.
Your letters, cards and promises
postcards from Fiji
words and sketches, photographs
your honeyed lies to me.
Diaries full of fantasies
planning for forever
pictures cut from magazines
I glued my life together
A dozen years
of hopes and fears
Two minutes and a match.
Two inches of ash in the laundry sink,
all that's left of every word you spoke.
And if I cried, it was only from the smoke.
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