Tom j. Parker

I sat and pondered on a lonely rock
stared at by passing forms
I neglect to stare back
defensive of their intruding norms
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Smooth and fanciful
old and grey
lactose drinks on a summer's day
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Simon plays with hammers and bricks
part of his collection of Stickle Bricks
Building faces and statues from plastic parts
castles and towers with yellow ramparts
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Translation,
laundry prices,
nauseating,
woman downstairs
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How many years have passed since we last spoke
Now we are old and tired
I think of the way your smile affected me
it took me places I had never known
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