Simon Harrison
Jamie
It was always the two of us,
meandering the stupor
of early evening streets;
me, with jerky nerves
jutting out like bone
through broken skin;
and you, with stammered gait,
angular and bleary, counting
coppers but not consequences.
We bartered for subtle poisons
to pierce our boredom, to forge drama
out of dismal leaden dross;
buoyant and possessed we sailed
the risk-bright rim, scarce
doubting our ability to float;
but you were the best and worst,
bleached of all conviction,
lodged with useless talent.
Your hands, too drunken-dumb
to grapple prayer, groped hopelessly
at peace - palmed oblivion;
you fluffed your lines,
fumbling for the right
syllable, and I laughed;
laughed though knowing all too well
the fragile curse of wakening,
the empty ache of coming back.
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