Bora born

November road _

Silly me

shame on you

thought you might

text it through

when you drove

into town

to shop for

Christmas clowns.

Bitter sweet

this year's been

heated by

mystery scenes.

Visits prop

phantom masks

little said

nothing asked.

Photos real

on display

family ties

the essay.

Lost for space
in real time
one left out

by design.

Books returned

from the past

primary schooled

rockies blast.

Sacred heights

marked on wood

to march through

lost childhoods.

Now it's yours

take it home

use it for

other bones.

Or try this

burn this one

thoughts affect

the outcome.

No response

mobile's dead

text ignored

nothing said.

Sent him to

Coventry

no expense

always free.



Mepla think

enough said

let it go

time has bled

emotions

through the loops

thirty years

jumping hoops.

C yupla

thempla gone

rusted brains

set in stone

behind bars

of the mind

beliefs so tight

they bind time.

- O -

© nov 2010 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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