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 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Rhet Toombs
Twins
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Rhet Toombs
She blinks at you from across the room
Unsure, you move to a corner table
You ask about film
The most predictable subject of all
It's good
With a quiet rasp settled in the back of her throat
Darting eyes
Slivered retractions of fingertips
Hold
It's a command, almost
Bringing a stack of books, they're left in front of you
You're grateful and surprised
A turn of the shoulder and she's gone
Night falls and you're reminded you need rest
You're approached by her on the way to your car
Drunk, but concerned, you listen for now
Shuffled into a long drive is all you can remember
When your eyes glaze back to the scenery
You're in a gray slate parking garage
A table laid before you
It won't hurt that much she says
You see a syringe, a box, shreds of paper
An idle black electronic device sitting in front
You barely stand
Static from a TV is noticed
But across the street through smudged windows
There's nothing in it she says
A belt is tied around your right bicep
Your arm becomes a veined map
A piece of paper appears
You grasp and write 7-0-0-1 and 2-9-6-4
Smoke settles within your midst
Hums and tragedy fill your thoughts
You don't know if this is you
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
So Cold.
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
He watched her leaving, mother needed her.
Mummy seemed to need her more and more now.
He tried to be intimate with her.
She was stressed, her mother.
The little voice kept telling him.
What did it tell him.
New underwear, new perfume.
In bed, she was cold towards him.
Mother died.
Strange, the first time together in a year.
He watched her leaving, father needed her.
Daddy seemed to need her more and more now.
He tried to be intimate with her.
But she was so cold now.
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
The Fetish.
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
When I said to you I would like to try a new position, What do you think I meant .

A new bar.

When was the last time we had ***.

My birthday.

No.

Your birthday.

No, it was when my mum died.

That was a sad day.

Not for you it wasn't, you supervised the cremation.

I had to make sure.

Do you know why my mum hated you.

I don’t think she hated me.

No, she definitely hated you.

She hated everyone.

You most of all.

Was it because I married you.

No, that's why she hated me. It was because you violated her underwear drawer.

I was looking for that furry thing you told me about.

Then you should've just said that. I told you that fetish story wouldn't fly.  

Well then, you shouldn’t have let her spread it around.

I know.

Wait a minute. You told her the fetish story wouldn't fly.

Eermm...

Why would you let her spread that around.

Well it was around the time I caught you with the girl next door.

You said you liked two girls!

You're not a girl! You just wear my clothes sometimes and I've been more than tolerant about that.

Paul Gaffney & Lily Nurmi.
 Dec 2015 Sirenes
Gaffer
Dear Santa

I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the **** underwear and the two day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat *******
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on sueing your fat ***
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your ** ** **, will be Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Facepack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and french knickers, hotel included
Too the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or I swear, you’ll be wearing that reindeer
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
 Dec 2015 Sirenes
Gaffer
The Sea.
 Dec 2015 Sirenes
Gaffer
The waves pushed the body gently to the shore
So lifelike you expected words
But only the sea speaks for the dead
The story lasts for days, weeks, months
Some last forever
All lost souls walk on water for a time
A time to remember and say goodbye
The sea doesn’t portion blame
Asking no questions
Just becoming the guardian for a time
Before releasing the body to pastures new.
 Nov 2015 Sirenes
Gaffer
Shallow days on memory lane
She was sick of the looks
Safely hidden, he’s free
Stupid men in suits
Softly softly, on the move
Shut out, she’d show them
Silent strike, number seven
Suits in panic, no trail
Surrounded by friends, searching
Serial killer, public panic
Satisfied, eyes set on number eight
She sees the connection
Sky is black, perfect conditions
Suits are skeptical
Standing in the shadows, he waits
She gets confirmation
She’s walking towards him
Slowly slowly, she opens the door
Smiling, he strikes
She stabs upwards
Something not right, he runs
Suits all around
Sees number eight
She's laughing.
 Nov 2015 Sirenes
Gaffer
She was naked except for a frown
I knew that face
I sat her down
Tell me honey, what’s on your mind
Are you making a statement
Am I a clown
Was it something I said
Maybe didn’t do
Give me a clue
Is it your birthday
No, anniversary, did your mum die
Let me down gently, don’t lie
Well I must admit
You’ve really stumped me now
Speak up woman
Get it out
I’m not a ****** psychic
You’re driving me nuts
No more buts
Spit it out woman

I’m not your wife
Your trouble and strife
This is not your house
You idiotic louse
Now get to hell out
And let me leave you in no doubt
If I was your wife
I would shoot you dead
Cut off your head
Dance around your grave
Shoot you again
Just so I could save
The very best for last
The final blast
Now do one.

Well, glad you set me straight
Bit melodramatic
Couldn’t you just scream
Wake me from my dream
When I said spit it out
Didn’t expect a ****** rout
A hissy fit
Raving woman, foaming from the mouth
Words heading south
Anyway, whilst I’m here
Seems a shame
Don’t suppose you fancy
That’ll be a no
Okay, suppose I better go
Although I do think you’re a real hit
Oh, and great 'personality.'
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