Non Sequiturs on a Saturday AfternoonA Poem by Gerald ParkerA sprinkling of spring sunshine and I bet people have already forgotten the crashes on the roads yesterday because of fog, but I'm not forgetting my best friend's had a stroke and can't even remember that in the espresso-bar where we used to hang out, Tommy Trinder kept his trilby on while he chatted to the owner. My dogs yank me past bad taste in music from open windows, so I'm grieving a little more, hoping it doesn't show, especially as a young couple's shiny new car makes mine a year older, and even more because someone has left an Australian beer can on a soggy mattress on the grass verge next to the paddock where a bored Alsatian barks at me ten times and gives up. Car doors slam behind me as barbecue-goers spill out and whoop very loudly because they think it's necessary for acting happy and the house they visit is bloody good at hiding its history of loss. .
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2 Reviews Added on October 4, 2016 Last Updated on September 2, 2019 AuthorGerald ParkerLondon, United KingdomAboutThere's not much to tell. I read a lot of poetry and I read my own poetry regularly. I hope other people read it and derive as much pleasure out of it as I do. My output is small, about 110 poems as I.. more..Writing
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