Mag #280
it's strange
to be out of synch
she was British
and the role was
an American one
but circumstance
let her star
it's strange
to have thoughts
that don't seem to
connect
some call it depression
she just knew
that her reality was strung
somewhere between
a red tag and
a white tag
it's strange
to feel that home
may have begun in India
but then
glitzy love and promises
planted a pseudo home
in filmy countryside
and
staged rooms
the kind that
never lasts
it's strange to see
the mask of all I was
gone with the wind
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Mag #279
your
ironwork
lassos
my fantasy
sepia
vortex
my eye has lost
the colours of you
Linking to:
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Magpie Tales #278
I'm ready
nicely healed black boots
nicely billowing black skirt
nicely fitting black top
and bell sleeves
tokens of my city life
my high value of
style
in motion
however
I'm ready for the next stage
I think
my sensible black hat
over sensible plaits
suggest that this is more
a business journey
rather than pleasure
and indeed
you are so right
I am on my way to
a funeral
out in my childhood
prairie country
the one I escaped
the one I ignored
the one that was
so meaningless to me
then
but now
my funeral
calls me back
to face old demons
and old values
and maybe find
a few angels
or two
however
as you can clearly see
I missed
my train
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Bathers (1950) by George Tooker
Magpie Tales #277
on my way to some fragile nirvana
(fragile
because it was just
a desperate quirk of
my mind)
I found the scents of the sea
strangely
I expected to be alone
wanted to be alone
but
there were others
just like me
at least some were
(ahem...
two were)
they stood
towelled and capped
in some frozen expectation
of an instruction
(perhaps a command)
to move forward
like handmaids
going through the predictions
of a tale
I sidled in line
unaware of another door
where one
sculpted body
appeared to be casually drying
herself
unaware
that my entrance
and her exit
were zagged
mirrored
underbelly
opposites
but
I stood in tight-lipped silence
until
a dark moment
turned
my silence
into
fear
of being
closely
watched
closely
monitored
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