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Curtain Fall

Clothing and grooming – instant carbon dating
denim and John Lennon
long-haired men, unshaven woman
shoulder pads and bouffant
goatee and cargo pants – naval start and crop tops –
places in time.

Stubbies they were called,
brief fashion infection circa 1980 – 83
men’s shorts, functional and acceptable
barbecue to blue-collar to sub- management
50% ubiquitous.
And niche to the same years, a moustache –
Magnum PI derived and 85% ubiquitous.
Stubbies and a moustache
is what comes to mind when I recall Patrick :
pale blue and lip hairlines that didn’t join
a finger width of flesh in the middle,
two snow ridges to a bare summit.

I was young, new and eager
eager to be successful and liked
jump on the count of three –
would’ve jumped by one.

With Patrick, nothing – instant frost – just add water.
A kingdom with an elderly monarch
and middle-aged courtesans
he was the young prince – had been for a few years
and now I was here,
it wasn’t me he disliked. It was succession.

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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.