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Parasitic #13
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The Fat Man in Rathnew ~ Alan Kelly
Insomnia Rx ~ Constance Stadler
Greed Meets Breed ~ Thomas Sullivan
Red Wine for Fun/ Whisky for Pain ~ Rob Walker
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13 by Alan Kelly
November 19, 2008 · Leave a Comment
When I was 13
And
Just
Starting secondary school
A man
Would meet me
Grip my cock
Tell me about his wife,
That life.
He always
Brought a bottle
Of coke
When he picked me
Up
At Tinakilly
In his red van
Taking me to
Brittas Bay
Ravenous,
A mauler he was,
Is
Or maybe not
When I was 13….
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Red Chair Variations by Rinat Harel
November 19, 2008 · 5 Comments
I’m sitting on a small red plastic chair
Going fast
down a
slope
The chair’s metal legs screech
As they scrape the asphalt
I ride the chair and dash down the mountain
In front of me just the open air
I remember the climb up from its other side
(Steep rise
I grab soil with my fingers
The grains scratch my hands
My feet dig into the soft earth)
And then, at the peak,
looking down
To see the drop all the way to the
Bottom
Feeling quite nervous
But immediately I find myself hurtled on the
Small red plastic chair
And I gallop
down
Holding tight to the sides of the seat
Vibrate as the chair and I buck on the paved road
I think I can smell the friction of metal and tar
Under me
Pebbles sliding all around
My body leans forward dangerously
Am I screaming?
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Slow Night: 1 & 2 by Robert Warrington
November 19, 2008 · 3 Comments
Slow Night: 1
You’ve never been loved by anyone
and I don’t love you either
My life’s a gallery
of surreal disappointments
and you’re th latest
and it’s not your fault
You say you’ve got nothing
and I’ve got everything
You twist all my guilt
because even if I haven’t got everything
you have got nothing
and it’s not your fault
I don’t know which is more lonely
sitting in your flat with you
or sitting by myself in mine
I can’t help you in your loneliness
and you make mine worse
and it’s not your fault
Slow Night: 2
I try to draw you
in to something like a conversation
My attempts get sighs
eyes that slide away
I try to be amusing
Your face is blank
I reveal something painful
You laugh out loud
Between failures
I get you drinks
I wonder why I’m here
but I know why I’m here
Seeing you breaks the pattern
of not seeing anyone
but being with you
is just another kind of alone
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