30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS. DAY EIGHT: For Jake’s Dad


This isn't Jake, but he was a ginger, three-legged little character, just like this one.
This isn’t Jake, but he was a ginger, three-legged little character, just like this one.

I’ve just spent the evening with a friend. He’s going through a difficult time, not least of which has been losing his beloved, three-legged cat, Jake. As I have been quite unwell today, and have to get up ridiculously early for a flight, I decided to come home and just write an “automatic” poem. Start with what I was thinking, let it flow and find an ending.

So here it is, unedited, unexpurgated, and, I hope, rawly honest.

Or maybe just raw…

FOR JAKE’S DAD

I’m skating on thin ice

I know.

Hanging out with you.

Keeping my distance lest unwanted feelings

creep up on unsuspecting recipients.

Respecting the boundaries.

The ones you don’t even realise you’ve built.

Talking and listening and laughing.

And yes.

Sucking your cock.

Somehow a kind of peace

settles upon me

in your oddly warm, shut-off presence

Is it you I find so charming?

Or my own, vaselined-lensed,

reflection?

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