IN THE GRILL OF A RUSTY CAMPER / SOLID LAST WORDS

it was almost a deathbed confession

i had always wanted to hear one

& he had always wanted to give one

but there was no bed

its was blacktop
going red

& the confession
was all shock & nonsense

he laughed when i told him

laughed blood & bubbles

~

can you smell that ? 

he asked me
its my sadness burning

i gave him a nod

i gave him a smile

his yamaha was on fire

in the grill of a rusty camper

it was that we could smell

& my singed-to-nothing arm hair

~

solid last words achieved !

i said

high five ?

we did a low one 

sirens licking the firmament  

photo - Camper from the Dagenham Archive

INK ON HIS FINGERS BETWEEN JELLY & PILLS

the
dying
old
mans
penmanship
was
obscene perfection

&
his intention
horrorshow confession

his heart 
gave out
on page 
800

~

the 
dying 
old 
man 
wrote 
a list of

WHO 

he would
take down 
with him

if he only could

his reasons clearly there 
in the
comprehensive
footnotes


~

the
dying
old
man
died

& the care home staff
search for their names

looking to score
in
their
longest
running
pool
to
date

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