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Not being long for this world came as something of
a relief given his ever increasing bodily pain
and his blossoming curiosity and nearly
embarrassing vigor in the hope of
things to come.
Derek Earl Houghton
Radically improved behavior that is demonstrated
as a result of being publicly shamed is like
the smell of cheap air freshener in a foul smelling bathroom
No-one knows better than you
that you ate a half pound hot tamales yesterday and the
Havoc that plays on the anus cavity.
Derek Earl Houghton
I dreamt about you again old pal.
As boys we where inseparable rascals.
You had so many girl friends while I looked on.
In spite of our friendship, you went to Friday night
parties. You didn’t mention them because I was not invited
Our high school was dominated by Eastern Europeans.
They didn’t know what to make of black people.
It seems they took the word of our southern neighbours.
My impression was it wasn’t personal.
They didn’t have interest in anyone who didn’t go
to Saturday morning Ukrainian school.
Understandably, our paths diverged.
You married a talented beautiful girl and became wealthy.
I lived in a walk up writing poetry.
I dream about you often old pal.
There’s not much to say anymore.
Im old now.
I raised a family.
I lost everything.
I went back to writing poetry.
Time is short now.
i use an inhaler and a cpak machine.
i recall the picture of me climbing out of
your parents swimming pool looking like
Adonis. I look like I dig for truffles now.
Im must have been about seventeen.
It seems I dream about you every few years.
Its usually something to do with me visiting
you in your sprawling country home.
The atmosphere is that of being an tolerated
There is a subtle disdain regarding my presence
and that you have suspicions I think you owe me something.
You owed me friendship. I don’t think that anymore.
Its unclear why I am there.
Like I am being tolerated . Like i was invited
when no-one would see me.
I don’t think your wife’s family had much for
people of colour.
It is not a concern.
It brings sadness to me
I am used to sadness.
I write poetry and it helps a great deal,
with sadness
There are times I wish I was suicidal.
Being suicidal makes not committing suicide
easier.
Derek Earl Houghton