Neee-eu  Neee-eu  Neee-eu!

This sound – What does it do?

Seeing his blue stillness

her own heartbeat, thumping,

is all she can feel.

And the screams ricocheting in her head

only come out as soft whimpers.

Help arrives in a wail of sirens.

Weeee-oh  Weeee-oh  Weeee-oh

Is it only for show?

She focuses on his neat haircut

His circumlocution a droning blanket

of naive comfort she can hide in.

But “identify” and “morgue”

penetrate the whooshing in her ears

like a cold slap in the face.

Bleeee-der  Bleeee-der  Bleeee-der

Is this the domain of the newsreader?

The smarmy look is gone from his visage.

No longer pumped with force,

the greasy fluid oozes from his guts

onto the floor. Even now,

she’s still cleaning up after him.

Let them bring their own mops.

Eeee-oww  Eeee-oww  Eeee-oww

Why can’t they help me now?

The pain comes in waves.

Through silent sobs, she hears his words

“if you tell anyone our secret,

they’ll take your dollies away”

She knows this is the truth –

Daddy is a policeman.

Woo-woo-woo  Woo-woo-woo



Our most recent Collaborative Poem. November 2013.

The voice of collaborative poetry

The day felt like it was frayed… or cut,
As one bad moment bled into the next into the next and the next…
Fear and loneliness rose like a leviathan,
our past selves ran like deserting rats.

Anxious nausea in the pit of my stomach. Breathe!
I pause at a photo on the mantle
A family of laughing children frolicking in waves
and ask myself Where did these people go?

I remember holding the pure white shell in our joined hands
clasped together in a prayer of thankfulness and communion.
We listened for the wisdom of the ocean
and all was still. all was silent. all was at peace.

Where was that shell? Did we keep it?
If I put it to my ear, would that day come roaring back?
An idle fantasy that lasted a moment,
An idyll in this day’s grim track.

But now the only shell is…

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