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Tag Always having the longer end ofTag by ~mattjfam
jumprope in our tug of wars
You know you'd win
Hopscotch and thieves and robbers.
We're children in our grown up world of
corporate uniforms and smart clothes to be.
We're adults with our lanky thighs
in our schoolkid shorts and skirts
of Madras Plaid
Lily wet her skirt in the sand pit
Michael punched her eye
Bruise and blister through childish games of five stone and
emotional blackmail-
One point. Two points. Try to get to three.
We're caught up in our stupid games
of politics and greed.
Clapping children who belt silly rhymes-
Johnny was a player. Sally was a slut.
She hit his head with bro
Chernobyl On My Mind I have Chernobyl on my mind.Chernobyl On My Mind by ~mattjfam
The many lives are wasting
Their little hearts incinerating
as my own fractures silently
That crackling radioactive meter
and the tumbling, crumbling towers
of reactors four and three
Pulverize the valves of town
in a countdown to morbid blastoff.
Streets are flooded with the burnt blood of Man
while my heart has used them up for waterwork tears
The looming steam of Cesium
engages all in death
for those who whiff its sulphurous breath
Dead, they feel no pain in their vaporized state.
Alive, I feel the deepening gash of a heart's reluctant beat.
How then, do you control
a nuclear fallout
in this m
Archeology In a cavern with lilac forests draped from the sky,Archeology by ~mattjfam
I rummaged through a drawer.
A lost artefact which released the smell of history
as it unvaulted from its socket with a thump and jerk.
Debris all over.
Scraps of cut paper and church bulletin
in tiny isoceles triangles.
A dice for a game of Yahtzee.
Dried markers and inkless pens
from the shadows of my childhood.
In the hollowness of that opened drawer. Relics.
In my childlike fancy I became an archeologist.
No treasure of Tutankhamun could compare
the prying through of these fossils.
Mother's Day Card. Glass marbles like eyes of cats.
Casette tapes of the distant, yet unf
Shanghai Takeaway I left Shanghai with a heavy heartShanghai Takeaway by ~mattjfam
leaving harbour on a junk.
Sentiments stolen from the mainland
in the wisping aroma of Chinese takeaway.
This delicate glow of trapezoidal box
in all its bleached white glory.
A stolen lamp I took away.
A firefly floating in a summer night.
A treacherous crime to be caught for.
Under the slit eye of crescent moon
I realise I am watched.
A company of theives like me illegally bunked
with their dim lustre of paper spheres
held in their acid worn hands.
They are explosives. Golden bells of alarm
with that ring of a scratched flint.
Liquid of a glowstick when cracked
dripping from these domes o
