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a poem by Luke Partridge
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Breakup
In through the ear,
Like Hamlet’s old man,
Words sink through the shattered silence
Stones in a pool of frosty glass.
You’ve asked
If there’s anything on my mind
‘No…’
Nothings on my mind except
A ten tonne weight,
Bought from ACME Corp.
‘Fuck’ (unsaid)
As I realise that
Its not what’s on the mind
But in it that’s what counts.
The abacuses rattle
From side to side
As I try to hide
The lifeless albatross
That’s growing from my mind,
Showing from behind my back.
Occasionally things just crack
And break apart.
They shake apart.
Just break apart.
‘Step forward sir and make your mark’
We’ll tie ourselves onto the mast
And mask our sea of troubles.
But one step back,
And off the plank.
From the beach observe the ship that sank
And the headlines that will soon read NO SURVIVORS.
Leave your shoes here by the shore
And your towel, bucket and spade.
And paddle with me three miles out,
Until our breaths are underneath the waves.
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Notes:
Umm, first go at uploading something... Its really about a calm sensation derived from an amicable breakup. The Hamlet references were really all about inaction, knowing somethings wrong but being unable to do anything. Theres plenty more in there (I hope) but I\'ll leave that to you. Enjoy (I hope)
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Posted: 11th February 2010
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