Body
NoT funny-

See, this poem will be CHAOS;

Sliding along in front of my
eyes
a shiny cabinet of dusty and non dusty Polaroids
like you used to Show me
like your photo art and huge light
in the cellar

move me now
they do

the cabinet opend and my veins fill with the blood of my
childhood
pulse paces up
mum calls from upstairs to stop reading practice and come up
Food gonna get cold

next slide
pacing through the cold autumn forest and behind me a huge
deer
but I am not scared because we know him
we seen him many many times before in autums here in the wild park

cklick
you in your motorbike Fashion and helmet that used to scare me
make me cry because I cannot see your face
and the other Polaroid where you wear the full gear in front of
your motorbike

click
Flash - Flash - Flash
move you up the bed
up
up
I help you; you cannot do it anymore, not always
says mum, not a good day, she saiys
she lying?

click
you and me and my childhood friend in the local Swimming pool
and you unashamed bottom turned to everyone
pulling up your Swimming Pants

click
Flash-flash
you turn and Keep turning
not seeming to know where your room is
your room and your bed and thus the place you spend
most of your days and hours now

crack
goes my heart
crack

the next Polaroid is one
where I did not exist yet

where you and mum slide down the map of
Southern France, maybe Provence, in your White Reno? Or Alfa Romeo? Or any other
car you had back then.

And now;
crack - crack - crack
goes my heart
and yours and maybe our family's heart

But I will Keep you in
and I will hold you up and if I ******* have to pull off
your shoes again then I might as well, dear, I might as well
do it.