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He said the word Cancer
like a spit in my eye,
a spine chilling word that scrambled my legs;
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I wear the fall of darkness now
It has a stealth, a stillness deep;
that rains on down, it seeds my brow-
with furtiveness it kneads my sleep.
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Impossible Dream
I sigh in the night o'er feckless yearnings.
the sleepless hours lay bare all thoughts of thee.
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Lecture For The Dog
Ok, Ok I have right to complain;
"Stop barking up the wrong trees
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The Terminator
He said the word Cancer
like a spit in my eye,
a spine chilling word that scrambled my legs;
He was looking down my cleavage
and I began thinking
magic, sixteen double d's
liquid mind already burning my little bra,
But wait..
He was talking..
mouth like a megaphone.
pink lips a bugle call.
Tumour.
What!
"Terminal? "
How long I ask the terminator;
' Four months-he sighed or about sixteen weeks.'
© B V Evans 2014
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