Hip – Written September 2002 (Aged 27)


feel so…
well, i do not know that i feel
his face,
back in my life again
what is it i feel?
i am feeling not so sure
grey haired and older now
complaining (as usual)
seemingly to mean to care
they want a hip replacement
well, i needed a battle emplacement

feel so…
well, i just feel so bloody unsettled
as if steady dreams
have felt the sharp cold of steely metal
now he walks into my dreams
and pushes past other imagery
where is the balance
i cry out for symmetry

feel so…
well, forget it all
well, i could feel so tall
so i search for her,
calling my name
that is the only call
that keeps me sane

James Garratt – September 2002

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