Wednesday, July 8, 2009


It was then - that bleached-out afternoon
when everything had long since settled
and you read poems like a fresh burn
and I cried in the front of the public bar
while it failed to occur to me that
there even were people who could see -
it was then that I realised what love was:
a letter opener jammed through the larynx
and no friendly hand to twist it home
Geoff Lemon
Picaro Press
Warners Bay NSW 2008

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