Yesterday watched GetLive performance at Chapter Arts.
Today sitting in the beer garden. He came in wearing
that badge a camouflaged service rucksack. Says everything.
We got to talk. He’s waiting for combat stress to do their stuff.
He needs it. Is what he says. He talk of waiting times…
for appointments. I think I need to come out of retirement.
I’m not silent anymore.
.bread and butter.
four slices.
she brought him four slices, butter
on white, fairly thick. he piled it high
with breakfast ingredients, and chips.
an hefty lad, avec workmates.
she asked if i will like toast or bread
and butter.
the latter and let it be white.
the coffee was milky.
sbm.
Write
Write
You said
You write about betrayal
I thought
I wrote about loss
We could both be right.
Rob Cullen
West End Apartment (excerpt)
I liked to walk alone
at dawn and watch
the first light travel
the length of the avenues
with Copeland’s Quiet City
playing in my mind
and that trumpet
in my thoughts
and in my ears
and in my eyes.
It was a time
when my words
were stolen.
Change (excerpt)
Clouds gather
darkening slowly.
Even as I watch
the air grows
darker colder.
Fall And All
“This sun is beating down too hot, too early. Can’t you see how this new spring is fooling the trees? They like it at first, unfurling their leaves in premature green, then July hits and they think…
Source: Fall And All
A Sense of duty (excerpt)
I listen to the voices of those
talking quietly of their day
of their worries,
and sharing the joy
of milestones missed
the sadness of memories
and the missing of you.
I watch men who stand
leaning, crying in a grief
that has no sense of ending
of the keening, of the longing
to hear your voice
before the sound
of it is forgotten
and that dread of forgetting.
There is a kind of peace here.
The examination of time and its many modes (ecxerpt).
The examination of time and its many modes.
We are the explorers
Of time.
In which
Our watchfulness
Reveals
A revelation
An awareness
Of life’s turning wheel.
We the silent sentinels
Examine time
Embracing
The glue that alloys
That anneals and binds
The eternal tick,
Hum and thrum
Of the Atomic.
Oblivious to the inhalation
And exhalation of breath
We breathe
A measurement of time.
And dream itself
Three thirty
In the darkness
A stop time
In slow time
When nightmares wake
And temperatures drop
The cruelty of lies (excerpt)
The cruelty of lies.
Why do they say it?
I really wish they didn’t.
We must meet and do this again
is how the saying goes
and they say it.
And then I never see them again.
Rob Cullen
. charcoal .
charcoal. yes a soft substance easily crushed, manipulated. must ensure, i am not. sbm.
Source: . charcoal .
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