Smoke Stains on Net Curtains
i looked after mum
—- when all her dreams and hope
drowned in another person’s alcohol
—- as a sea of lazy women hung onto my dad
——– like smoke stains on net curtains
i looked after people
—- who brought their troubles
right to my heart, just for a look
—- trying to find a title for their book
——– so i asked them in vain for a plotline or hook
i looked after people
—- when the hoopla stall
had caught its final ring
—- and i realised we are so easily flung
——– onto barbed wire fates, to which we then cling
in my life,
—- it is what i have always done
that has always been my furniture
—- ever since i was young and uncertain
——– i have been your distraction and diversion
James Garratt – Saturday June 27th 2020
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Smoke Stains on Net Curtains – Written Sunday 27th June 2020 (Aged 45)
