#EasterSunday

He kicks his third found ball
outside our back door
beating an executor’s drum roll

before his imminent collection -
by his mother - to be dragged
to Grandma's gathering of love

where elephants stand in rooms
and his overbearing relatives
pour their necessary champagne

and pretend that life is . . .

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#GreeneKingPubs

These pulling places are rammed
by limp cocks and hard-to-hear voices

by forty-year-old bent coppers
and pitch-hoarse salesmen

feasting on glimpses of wagged butts
and - if lucky - being eye-felt back

as unsteady rounds are re-summoned -
until each wooden table holds it own

glass . . .

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The Stick

There are re-tightened circles
within my bind - my condition
of well-rounded concentric ripples
Feel them grip - feel with me

He laughs at my stick and walk
because he's so very drunk
before an unequal fill of booze
ferments inside my empty gut

thickly . . .

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