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February 20, 2008

…baked beans, cauliflower, a helicopter
blinks across the sky. That’s all it takes to grab
a piece of him these days, light up
and he’ll plead for you, for onions,
radishes, you name it. Somewhere between
a casual one-night stand and sex
among cigarettes, polo mints, aubergines,
casualties, there is room
for communication, one may hope. No doubt
it could mean less than coffee grains, bread
for toasting, as she showers him
from her skin and he contemplates the layout
of the supermarket, haggis, four cheese
pizza, sauerkraut, his breath
stale as morning, the dull
streetlamp beyond the window capturing the free
range eggs, cod in batter,
toothpaste, false mood, and when
she emerges from an age
in the bathroom, her hair shampooed
and her body wrapped in raw
prawns, lasagne, an old towel, he realises
she is young and classy, almost
a trophy, and his words tumble out, Can we cling
film, greaseproof paper, silver foil, see each
other? but these items
are scored off the list.

by Rob A. Mackenzie

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  1. February 20, 2008 at 2:31 pm

    Clever stuff Rob. This reads like a new direction.

  2. February 22, 2008 at 6:17 pm

    I like this very much. The sauerkraut butted against his breath is especially good. It feels very much of the times.

  3. February 23, 2008 at 2:32 pm

    Wonderful, surprising poem, Rob. Thanks.

  4. February 24, 2008 at 1:39 pm

    Great, and wonderfully spoken.

  5. February 25, 2008 at 4:32 pm

    The test of this poem is whether it can maintain its surprising turns all the way through. And it does!

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