A Bit Of A Tug
The house sale.
says my dad laid in bed.
Not my decision.
I can't breathe when I sit up,
when I stand.
This is how it is.
I wait to die
laid here.
Twenty seven years
getting the garden just right,
palm trees, bird table, pergola
all placed to please.
Employs electricians
for the shower, bath, Jacuzzi.
His careful draughtsman's
pencil draws the circuit boards,
notes how to clean the connections,
undo this screw, not that one.
A bit of a tug as at each of his coughs
he winces, eyes shut, hand hovers
for a tissue to spit out his apologies
for sleeping when I sit with him.
"You don't need to apologise."
"So you keep saying."
Paul Brookes
Paul Brookes is a shop asst. His chapbooks include The Fabulous
Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and
Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She
Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS,
2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018),Please Take Change
(Cyberwit.net, 2018) Forthcoming Stubborn Sod, (Alien Buddha Press,
2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). He edits The
Wombwell Rainbow Interviews.
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Very poignant. Well done, Paul.
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