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isabel…

after the movies, but before the train station,
we hugged goodbye. i said, see you, like i always do;
unthinking, she hummed i love you,
then gasped. the perfect casual accident.

we parted ways in blushing silence,
my shock too thick to shake. though
across percussive tracks, an engine chanted
what i couldn’t…

you too you too you too
all the way home, you too, you too.

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Mr Gobbledygook

we had hung your portraits / right and left
in celebration / and after death
we sold them since / your music was no longer with us
your vinyls dusty / guitar lifeless

but five years later / walking through
an antique store / i spotted you

the painting could / in every way
be taken as / the very same
but Dad / this image was not you
scribbled eyes aflame and horns now fitted
and an extra set / of jet black tresses

O Father / your most final jest !

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