Barking

I didn’t realise how many words

There were for crazy

Until you went there.

Loco, nuts, bonkers, mad

They all sound like a joke –

but what you did was

Horror

not comedy.

I thought of asking your sister

to take you the new

Bright Eyes CD

But god knows if you still like them

or who you are right now.

Is your real self; your real mind

hiding somewhere?

Can we unearth you?

It feels like you’re dead.

Instead

you’re just out to lunch.

Excerpt/ Reflection

You were part of my history

a sticker on a timeline

forever seventeen

drenched in mythology

Ten years later

developed and dated

thawed out and dreamless

Your ageing ages me.

You reside

inside my head

in a box

with all the others.

I’ll take you out and

glorify you periodically

but only if you stay

confined and asleep.

And don’t forget:

the story is all mine

What you remember different;

didn’t happen.

You weren’t meant

to turn out like this,

and I’m ashamed

because neither was I.

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