1931 – 1977

In the pockets of my life
I have always found your hand
with soft thin skin
and thick warm arms
you safeguarded my eyes
and filled my ears
with your heart’s deep drum.

Countless times the cupboards empty
you fed three minds
with your gift of love
not wrapped once like Christmas morning
or expecting anything in return
you replaced the material
with the ethereal
and gave me time to grow, to learn;
yet I squandered far too many years
on a long imperfect need
until I heard your truth echoed
somewhere across the sea.

© D. Archer March 2012

Polaroid Pleasures

Vengeful in her car
with the CD I’d bought her
she threw it at me and
sped off in the night air;

That was the last time
we were a couple
and in burning my clothes
she sent a message not subtle;
to all the world
she posted on-line
pictures of my penis tagged
“useless swine!”

It could have been worse,
I chose not to bother
at least I had the video
of me and her mother.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

Living in a rather depressed part of Barnsley on a busy main road, with the windows open you get to see and hear all kinds of humans. I live in an attic room and the window is perfect for watching whilst remaining unseen.
I wrote this one late summer evening, the argument was fierce and brief and dejected I watched the young man stand bemused for a moment as his girlfriend sped off in her car. This is my imagined conversation.