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Reformed

Conscience, thought to belong to wrongdoing
regret
recrimination
atonement for sins
making good, for being bad.

He had been a member of the beautiful people
influential
a respected member of law enforcement
put away criminals – for years.
Retired early
successful.
A busy cafe
conspicuous arrival
faux classic motorbike and real leathers
fashionable dishevelment
looking all James Dean anti establishment
making bad, for being good.
There was something forlorn about it.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.