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Three Poems Poetry |
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The television,
same bloody programmes every year .
That television is going back.
The turkey, yeah the turkey
tough as the sole of my shoe
mind you the stuffing was champion
the ham, yeah the ham.
a pillar of salt.
Then the more mundane,
do you know anything
that will get rid of heartburn?
Snakes and bladders.
Then down to the knitty bitty,
he was working up to it
lifting the head as if to say something
then saying nothing.
Silence is a tough station.
I had that heartburn
two years ago when you called as well.
Where did you get that cape outa?
Strange looking yoke for a girl to be wearing.
Is it second-hand?
People wear anything nowadays
any old rag at all,
it looks like a shroud.
It would look good on you then.
You were sharpening your tongue
for a week for that one, he’d say
I’ll bet you don’t know the Irish for shroud though!
The years between us
ticked and tocked, snaked and bladdered
down the whole gastric acid afternoon.
The Christmas tree glistening
the talking clock saying nothing ,
not a hiccup at all.
