published Madrush Jan 2012
In my father's wallet, there is a picture;
Ageing solar flares,
rusting dark bullet holes
in a chamber piss pot
that is an alzhiemers riddled brain,
this mourning, washing hands and face,
fresh spring water memories
mixed with taste of toilet bowl.
In my father's wallet, there is a picture;
28 year old hurler, bow-tensed to strike,
flying head of blonde hair, Hermes' wings,
New York 1962.
I asked, 'Do you know who that is?'
'Lovely, lovely,'— the fading, farewell reply.
©Copyright Niall OConnor
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ReplyDelete12/24/11
Hello from across the pond, Niall. The first piece, 'P.J.' is a punch in the throat. I want to put it in the first issue of MR. Thank you for sending it my way.
Exquisite. :'|
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this is what's up. good writing in r/writing.
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