TWO POEMS – Michael Ashley

Posted: February 6, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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THREE MORNINGS

(i)

he woke up

in the cold arc

of another man

 

a haze

above his head

whiskey tinged

 

perfumed regrets

kiss lips

that screamed

 

the words

 

I’ve fucked

another random.

 

(ii)

he wakes

in the cool

& familiar curve

of the one

 

the one

who dared

to tame him

 

who tied him down

restrained him

 

the one

who built the walls

& forced him

to endure

 

the same

the same

the same

 

mundane

existence

 

(iii)

he’ll wake up

alone —

 

eyes in the ceiling

scrutinizing details

 

only to conclude

 

the space between

a man and mattress

is almost always cold

 

& familiarity

is no conductor

.

MS PARKES

 

wore

the same floral print dress

 

sat in

the same pew

 

sang

the same tuneless hymns

 

recited

the same prayers

 

shook

the same clammy hand

 

beneath the door of the church,

and yet despite her habitual faith

God blighted her with lung cancer

 

three weeks from diagnosis

to furnace

 

as I look upon the empty pew

and smell the same stale air

 

I can’t help but think

that I really should give up

smoking.

 

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