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[Poetry] Two Poems by Doug Jacquier


Pure escapism


I’ll bet she’s the type that

secretly reads door-stop Gothics

and would go for a square cleft jaw

and strong silence

if she could get them.

 

I’ll bet she’s the type that

secretly craves champagne while drafting shift rosters

and would go for remembered birthdays

and the smell of someone else’s cooking

if she could get them.

 

I’ll bet she’s the type that

secretly plans Pacific cruises to ideologically unsound ports

and would go for the ship

and the more sensitive members of the crew

if she could get them.

 

I’ll bet she’s the type that

secretly cries in all the parts old Hollywood intended

and would go for moustaches in white dinner jackets

(dying of unrequited love for torch singers with her looks)

if she could get them.

 

I’ll bet she’s the type that

could move brazenly to the tropics

to have leave without pain

and to find a warmer home for her secrets.

And she would get them.

 

 

An uncommon future

 

Since the elders told me I only remember myths

or dreams,

I'm not sure what past I share with you.

Often enough, until now,

I assumed a shared memory space,

a common time.

 

But if none of it was real

it means we can be anything,

now and in the future,

because the past is only what we make up

from hatred and desire.

 

The challenge now is to grab this thing,

this weightless freehold,

this rule change,

and enter this corridor of a thousand doors

and dare to knock on them all.

 

I want in my remaining years

to say the unsayable and deliver the unaddressed

and release the never-to-be,

before it can hide in safe corners,

waiting for something-to-turn-up.

 

Never again will I wrap my tiny fortune,

like a sixpence,

in the corner of my childhood hankie,

waiting for the tuck shop to open

and fulfil my desires.

 

For time is the only kingdom,

the power and the glory,

for ever and ever.

And if we have no common past

we must have an uncommon future.

 


Doug Jacquier writes from the Fleurieu Peninsula in South Australia. His work has been published in Australia, the US, the UK, Canada, New Zealand and India. He blogs at Six Crooked Highways and is the editor of the humor site “Witcraft”.




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