Para

I'm para mayd
Gorn
Can't see you
Bye bye birdy

Reverse

You took feelings
Without asking

Twice

Or feeling

In reverse

A form of treason

Signs of a long war
That sucked everything up

Wasn't that fun

Nothing safe here, nothing sound

Drinky at the drunky

My hips are loose
Everything I've got
Is licks and trips

Bear on a stone
Horizons and moons
Break forward

Behind me is you
Falling

Half nelson

Worry wrestler
Grips you in the morning
Holds on all day

Full stop shop

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Mr Tessel

Announcing

I left my childhood
For other memories

The last lesson over
In the blue rain
We shake and sing

Seven saw the horizon
One wished it gone
Seven called out for more
One said take it slow

This is the story of
The time of
Announcing

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Noital letsnoc

Etare molgnoc

Faint

Given

Drawn by the heat, I stand by the door
My heart finds the place my head has ignored
The rain comes down and to my surprise
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

I move outside, towards the light
Something's not coming off my tongue quite right
The beetles are blacker than they've been before
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

Line arrangement

The wolves

There is a sense in which everything is coloured by the in-between-ness of one's life.

Yes.

And that whenever one tries to pick one's self up, one is suddenly brought to a halt.

By the wolves, mother?

Yes. By history. Philip. Ill-positioned cutlery. The whole bally upside down circus that's banged around in my head since the accident.

Popcorn

How long did you wait for your future to arrive?

Long.

Ha! I went home to watch the boxing.

An unwanted bee swarm (or Christ-like kindness)

An elderly Russian couple came on a 40-degree day. They jerked around in puffy suits and barely spoke (to me, in English).

Two weeks later they returned with a jar of honey.

Christ-like opportunism

They took the box of vegies as well as the hand-made bench it was sitting on. But they left the sign 'Free. Please take.'

Title of my first memoir

The Bit I Didn't Need

Or

The Bit I Left Behind