2. Things That Happen

2. Things That Happen

A Poem by Brett Hernan

You want to be protected. You step back when

the fight starts because when the cops arrive

and you’re there being slung across the room

when they walk in...

Look, I’m missing this.

The subtitles are in French.

He wished she’d come back but he knew that

by now she would’ve had so many colours run

through her hair that it would exclude any

resemblance to the memory.

It was fifty-fifty each way every night.

I keep looking up just after they’ve said something.

Anyway, I need to clean my teeth.

Slightly damaged egg laying chickens,

no longer for sale.

Saboteur’s candles.

It turned out to be an all nighter.


© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Added on June 16, 2016
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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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