books and plays and invented characters

one and only one

a childhood photograph

close this book right now

what do kids know anyhow?

walk into a bookstore

drag up loose threads

a creature of time

without any discernible plan

eddying at the doors

with an extreme intimacy

a copy, word by word

slightly more grim than good

their tongues had shrivelled

extinction was looking possible

wild as a dingo on drugs

rising mist and gun smoke

looked like an accident

the naked woman on the dais

the nature of her discomfort

red and clean, polished

the skeleton of the page

the flesh and clothes

dark overcoat and formal attire

beautiful old school cemetery

green like an emerald

time-blackened gargoyles

blister in need of lancing

throbbing behind my eyes

every petty vexation

which fortune may dispense

maybe a drop of rain

once upon a time

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