Strawberry, draft

November 23, 2007

The man with the large forehead
is standing outside of the Vaults
Pub – on Kings Street, having a fag,
wearing a line of smoke
in his long grey coat, dark clothes
underneath.

The man –
with the large forehead
is standing with his
straight hair down, pushing in a
smooth curve out,
poker past his cheeks.

The man with the large forehead –
is casually bent
against the brick wall,
one leg crossed against the other,
as I do my recycling
at the skip beside the door

The man with the large
forehead, looks like the Warlock
dealing mojo out in Buffy,
addicting the girl to his dark
corruption, whispering –
‘Strawberry’ – inside her ear.

The man with the large forehead
is the same that I saw
last Friday night,
propping up a bar
at close to midnight,
fingers hooked inside his hair.

The man
with the large
forehead – may or may not
be watching me lazy
as I crumple my bag –
empty of paper, wine bottles
smashed.

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2 Responses to “Strawberry, draft”

  1. Brian said

    I like your poetry. These last few posts and the way you use repetition yet different ways of using the same words. Since Poetry Thursday is defunct quite a few blogs have sprung up in it’s place.

    Hope you’re feeling better.

  2. Hi Brian,

    lovely to make a new blog friend. Just getting back into writing on the blog, and have been working with music a bit, so that might explain the repetition, and what for me, feels slightly different from my usual stuff. Too much time in bars;)

    Thanks for reading, I’ll be checking out yours.

    LX

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