after the divorce the stuffing knocked out didn't want this i ached for a do-over to rewind, go back to the forest holding hands as traveling partners but not in the cards -but - resisting yet the revolving headtrips- remote viewing the cuckolding me in bed with the other spread eagle in my intimate gifts twisting the blade like a bayonet in the belly walked in circles at a park for miles the vultures circling pins and needles waiting for a call hoping for a change of mind but didn't come - the papers did - the done deal gutted like a fish couldn't eat or sleep lost forty pounds without weight watchers on the river bank across the road found a birch tree, a seat-like y crook in the trunk climbed into the readymade perch over the river and just sat, broken teardrops fell as rain into the passing flow the river sounds smells of the riverside foliage their music and perfume full of life centered me every day the y birch perch found me sitting over the burbling river repeating to self here and now allow, but the painting of an angry tiger on the inner wall swollen and hot until the day i saw a branch floating by rotten and naked followed with my eyes far as i could the branch was carried by the river current on siesta, in the sun while the river moved the drifter along the floater could only allow what is - the river --could only allow the inner wall repainted the river scene with the caption - cannot do more allow here now a month gurgled by a new partner observed the river in the birch y nestling next to me 3.7 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
The Birch Y Perch
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Apr