Thursday, 4 April 2013

Hundreds And Thousands


A revolver
and open packets - a few thousand pounds
sat restfully around me in the back seat

I asked if I could hold the gun
okay, be careful: it's heavy
it was heavy

The car inflated with sun
I was eight or nine
it was fun

He laughed
then didn't even lock the doors
didn't need to
it was a safe area

I didn't have school that day

Hand on my shoulder
we walked to my door
everything was okay he was a neighbour
his family now big in ice cream



4 comments:

  1. Hmm, is it a poem?

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  2. yes, but still a strange one :) ... to me

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  3. You're right, it is - not in my usual,er, "style".

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