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Third Time Lucky

Workmates not always remembered proportionate to time
common years never thought of,
barely recalled
a few weeks never far from consciousness
frequently recounted.
Conor,– Irish, travelling the world,
work lives overlapped for about six weeks
caricaturally Irish – brogue, auburn hair
humorous,
not always intentional or aware.
Like the time he told us about
talking to a Danish backpacker, blonde, pretty
and a boy’s thoughts turned to boys’ thoughts
so
“ I asked if I could go to bed with her.”
we were dumbstruck
“you what ?..”
“Well I was feeling quite horny a the time,
so I tort why not ask?”
Connor !!!
Tis not the first time…
it didn’t work then either.”

Author:

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.