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Caged Animal.

I

have never worn

 a watch,

heard up close

the tic

between

the tock,

or marvelled

at the second hand news

as I

don’t keep Time,

I

have never believed

in caging any

type

of wild, feral or emotionally superior creature

when they should

roam free.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016

On My Return Home.

Home…

I tramp the streets of my youth,

where I first kissed many a girl

who flirted with me and their school uniforms

leading the way to starched Nurses apparel

and the women in the beguiling

dazzling dress who I wished for nothing more

to be in attendance of…

 

I tramp the streets where teenage mood

swings caught me off guard, where the Garth

became my back garden, where an altercation,

one-sided and full of badly installed testosterone,

the first of two beatings I took, left me nearly