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Friday, April 30th, 2010

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12:50a
It has been a year...
since Abi died. And I know how much she would have mocked me for writing a poem about her, to which my reply is tough, I shall write as many damn poems about her as I choose.

Here's the first one, another bloody sonnet.

MAY IST 2009

They broke her door and found her two days dead,
Perhaps a few hours less. Her hairless head
Lolled on two pillows, upright in the chair
where she was dozing, layer upon layer

of rugs to keep her warm. Her blood ran thin
from drugs and chemo. She had never been
So tired. Her heart had stuttered, guttered, died.
A can of beer, an ashtray by her side

Yeats book-marked with her bus pass; spine-cracked Joyce
her dog-eared favourite books. I miss her voice
drunkenly phoning late; how she would stab
her cigarette to point a joke, and grab

at life, a life she knew is no good friend
to bitter, lovely women in the end.
8:40a
A small point of vanity
If I put poems up on public posts, as I pretty much always do, it's because I'd like them to be read as widely as possible. So, always assuming you like my stuff, recommend me, tweet about me, dance up and down telling the world that I am really quite good...

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