MEMORIES AT THE FRONT DOOR

the woman in mismatched sweats
stuffs 
the
phone book 
thru the door

( so slim now
  it
  will
  stay
  forever
  in 
  its 
  plastic coat )

i recognise her from the mall
15 
or 
20
years 
ago

we sold film tie-in plastic tat
and
flat-pack bedroom units

i remember her almost divorce
and
breast cancer scare

her hangovers and her tears

but
i
stay silent behind the front door
when i could have done anything

because

i cannot think of anything
for her
to
remember 
about me 

from justsomething.co phone boook portraits by alex querl

POETS ! 1

poets !
write like youd talk
like
how
youd
explain
whatever
to
someone

maybe clean it up
like
for
a
child
or
a
parent
or
dumb it down for dockers

we're talking inclusion 

keep it real - corner shop real / aldi real
bad job / good job
divorce and love real
but
loose some LIKES and some WHATEVERS
and
slang is AOK
if
you dont depend on it 
for cheap effect

dont fake it is what i'm saying -
keep
the jargon on the 
downlow
use words you 
already know - we're not salesmen or lawyers !
this
is
NO CON !

throw flowers on the bones of course
if they are good bones
but
dont stuff the skull 
with 
bouquets

and
dont
forget
this should be the common ground
of
understandable
usable
truisms
for
sick kings and hardy paupers alike

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