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Harvey’s Brother.

I paused in, the shade of a carob oak, to smoke a cigarette,
when a rabbit crossed the track, stopped sat on its haunches
and sniffed the air. Do not come nearer, my furry friend
the temptation will be too great and I’ll shoot you. It didn’t,
but I shot it any way, gutted and skinned on the spot, hoped
no one heard the bang the hunting season had yet to start.
At home I cut it into nice pieces added, onion, garlic, parsley
and with butter gently fried it in an iron pan, then I let it
simmer with red wine for some time. I went into my study to
read the papers, the rabbit sat on top of my desk eating
yesterday’s poetry, nice animal grey and blue, with silky fur,
and I thought of a movie called “Harvey.” Back in the kitchen
I put the stew in a dish and gave it to the neighbour’s dog.
Harvey has gone now he doesn’t even appear in my dreams.

Want it back
Put it on repeat
Never wanna lack
Always felt complete
Now it’s full of lies.

Trying to fill the void
Nothing compares to it
Thinking it’s destroyed
Don’t want to quit.

Seems I’m alone
This quest is my own
Shouldn’t have blown
Maybe we’ve just grown

Apart.

I watched the lights come on
on the bridge
as I took the short-cut over the sea.

Dreams float above, with the flags
and music escapes out the
white hotel’s windows.

And we suffocate on our grey lives.
And we don’t hear what we need to.
How fearful we watch one another
from our cars.

Your advice circles above like buzzards
waiting to say,”I told you so”
in their sweet voices
that call out sharply in the night.

Resonating around my ankles,
the chains rattle as we attempt to leap the fence.
You were brought down to earth with a word.

I wish you were flying,
I’d love to watch your muscles
twist in the air,
and hear the carousel notes in your song.

We wrote our names in the clouds, and
danced with our bodies as one
on the moon
in our empty beds
under the stars.

They all watch, spectating from afar
around the bed with barriers.

I love life’s mysteries.
I love the wind.
I love the sagas we create,
epics in miniature, cut short
by a journey to see the prose on the gates>

I etched my answer on the steel;
“Forever is fine for now”

Jerremy Williams
Copright 2009 Jerremy Williams