Wednesday, December 23, 2015


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 a low landing crawl,
Rolled tubed inside 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 longed to feel
Flat and cool against my brow. 

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