Hey Darren -
do you remember how you weren't
allowed
come up
to my place?
That
lair
of Baltic contamination
where: mulberries grapes tomatoes beans and (god forbid) even silverbeet
shamelessly burgeoned
when only the incongruous and...
decorative
would do.
How the furthermost you ever strayed
was the unsold rubble block
disconnecting
our raw homes?
There
in that blackberry tangle
where the remains of the old dairy scowled
irreconcilable as a pill box
you found
you couldn't
march the extra fifty yards
me.
So we
became diggers in parallel trenches
gouging roads for your Matchbox collection
hushed in our red dust assimilation till
you
were ordered
home
by high-pitched hysteria
and
concurring as a conscript went.
YOU ARE READING
Looking Glass Friend
PoetryTo all my dear friends. Those I loved but did not know, I did so. Those I let go because... well... I could no longer face your understanding. Those who let me go because... I could not help them. How could I? I could not help myself. You are still...
