REMEMBERING PAUL SARTRE
I remember as children we played tag in front of his house
and even then he would say things like, "If I am it and I tag
you, it will still mean nothing. Even if I tagged you a million
times it would still mean nothing Therefore I could tag you
or not tag you and in the end what is true is that nothingess
prevails, though being here means the game is us and we are
the game, which once we are gone will no longer be remembered
by you or me for the rest of eternity, if you know what I mean...
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Previously published in Deep Sett
ROOMS
I go from room to room calling your name
like a spirit. I wish I could pass through
all too solid walls that have memories
nailed to them. Every drawer and cupboard's
a trap set. Objects harbour images
of you as ghostly as holograms and
I wish the children did not look at me
with your eyes. I turn to peer through a window
and everyone's dead in the doll's house
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Previously published on Cyclaments and Swords Publishing website
