Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Anniversary poem

Price of Love

Buried in nuts and bolts stored
Chock a bloc in Town Club crates
High on
Dim garage shelves

Hidden within tins of mink
Oil and saddle soap stowed
In the low landing crawl
Rolled tubed with black and white

Glossy prints of Brylcreemed Masons
Rounding white linen twelve tops
Hoisting gunmetal well drinks
Pocketed in Roebuck work pants

Sagging on a chair back
Soft music of your belt buckle
Knuckle of keys at midnight
Crept into my childhood dreams

The price of love
Written in a blocky hand
I yearned to feel cool
On my fevered brow. 

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