Summer Sans Amour

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Summer Sans Amour

I stink of Scotch and petrol

And cigarettes and sweat;

It’s been a hot day.

My big cat sleeps beside me

And the day is full of doom

So I hide alone in my spacious room.

"You are not capable of love,” she said.

“And therefore not worth loving.”

I hung up and deleted her number

After adding her to my blacklist.

It's an extremely long list

And getting longer.


Submitted: December 03, 2020

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Mike S.

A fine poem, Craig--weird to read about you boiling there on the upside down side of the world. We in the north are freezing our grape nuts off. Northern Hemisphere Shrinkage Syndrome

Thu, December 3rd, 2020 1:10am

Craig Davison

Thanks Mike.
Yeah, like all my other stuff it seems a little wierd, but I don't really know where they come from. It was 37 degrees celsius for three days last week (approx. 100 F) so maybe my brain got fried. It'll get up to 40-44C soon. It is so hot out here in the boondocks 600km from the ocean.

Thu, December 3rd, 2020 1:39am

Jobe Rubens

One of your best, Craig. It's pouring it down in Cornwall - would love some of that sun.

Thu, December 3rd, 2020 5:19am

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They are just words about women who will never love you. It is not clever. Just true. That's life.
Love is cruel and so is life.
We will survive.

Cheers,

Craig.

Wed, December 2nd, 2020 9:46pm

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