The Healing Point

The healing point
has a blunt tip

It gets words
grabs them
as if a fraction is enough
enough to ease

Words read themselves
a theme to improvise

I throw volumes behind me
feel them stick
watch them mirror the future

The healing point
is the click of a shutter
sharp for a moment
he wrote

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I found in an old jacket
a letter I'd meant to post to you
a couple years ago
I opened it, for a laugh
and then took the jacket
with a quart of paraffin
outside, and set it alight

The neighbour
who is a bit doolally anyway
called the fire brigade
who rushed round
and had a good laugh
and yes, I had a good laugh too

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