memory keys from behind the cellar door
and retrieves the wheel of gratitude
from the landing of the unforgiving cellar steps,
places its plug into paid electric socket
his furry comfort slippers under a chair
puts on molded plastic sandals of consideration
opens the porch of opportunity into the garden
of undelight, ravaged by weeds of disconsolation
And the onset of unchecked abundance
turns memory in the lock of occasional visits
enters the garage of the unessential, but not
urgent to collect the editor of excess.
carries the cutter down steps of ill repair
unreeling the calculated wire of generosity
unreeling the cutters wire of restriction,
connecting both and pressing the plastic button
of limited destruction to start sharp blade
of reinvention around the edges of wildness,
Then manoeuvring in straight lines across the body
of untidiness and unwanted refuges and dumping the full bucket of them in the green recycling bin of official response. Editing complete wires reeled in,
a managed garden is admired by onlookers as cared for and the gardener as attentive to their design.
He tidies the edges with blades of definition.
sight as she sips her cold prosecco
watching him mow his immaculate
lawn inhales cut grass like weed
and sees a meadow years back,
sucks a ripe corn stalk in her mouth
frissons at a naked torso above her
recently stripped of its flowery shirt
little beads of sweat on his neck
like rain droplets off the raised black
umbrellas at his funeral when he overdosed
on too much freedom.
flags down the bus of forgiveness,
steps on and pays the price to go
the distance, and sits down next to
trepidation who smells like a street
full of crocodiles and iguana skins,
while she sees grief and sadness holding
placards on street corners advertising
communication at no cost for a limited
time. This is her stop where she gets off
and finds herself in the recrimination market,
where temporary stalls of remembrance shout
discounted sweet deals with hidden sour spices.
She decides not to buy as her aim is off
centre and orders a meal of fear and anger
cold when it arrives she complains to
the wrong people who fed her to the animals.
Paul Brookes was shop assistant, security guard, postman, admin. assistant, lecturer, poetry performer, with "Rats for Love" and his work included in "Rats for Love: The Book", Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley", Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live. Recently published in Clear Poetry, The Bees Are Dead, Live Nude Poems and others.