After Receiving Your Hot Note

After Receiving Your Hot Note short poem

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I think of this sunthundered afternoon
when spiderling superheroes in sandwich boards
“6.99 Any Pizza”
at crossroads
wave at transport as it passes.

Sunlight is too bright for you
like that redhead in black gladiator sandals
and little grey dress who pushes
an empty pram uphill.

In the cemetery she feeds absent squirrels
shelled peanuts purloined from my blue ringed-neck parrot

I tell her to stop walking on the graves because there are people in there,
and we don’t want to disturb them,

especially as we’ve had lunch at the pub
and bought some plastic ducks for the bath bottom to stop her sliding about.

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Paul Brookes was poetry performer with "Rats for Love" and his work included in "Rats for Love: The Book", Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley", Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live.
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