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On Io
The eruptions
End up like pancakes
So hot
And liquid
They are
The plumes
Go so high
And get spread that much
The edges so far


Just a bit bigger
Than our moon
It's spew
On account
Of the friction
Between
It's daddy
And his own sons
Familial
Contradiction
My grandad lasted
Till 96
My auld fellah
Tapped out
At 74
Following that
Timeline
I should have died
Three years ago
Beat the house already
Oh what joy!
I love when traffic flows like dreams –
said nobody ever, in rush hour screams.
And Mondays? A warm embrace.
Especially with deadlines breathing in your face.

“Please, more spam emails,” they plead with grace –
said nobody ever, not one trace.
I cherish the printer’s stubborn stall,
mid-report, mid-panic, down the hall.

Dishwater coffee, ambrosia divine –
said nobody ever, not even in line.
And meetings that could've been one line of text,
are truly the moments I cherish the next.

Oh joy, another group chat ping! –
said nobody ever, in the midst of a meeting.
There's nothing like socks lost in the wash,
or autocorrect turning love into squash.

But still we smile, and carry on,
with half-done mornings and the curtains drawn.
For life’s absurdities have a clever tether:
they’re oddly poetic - said nobody ever.
No ones
Ever seen me before
So what could they be after?
He who would valiantly be
Gainst all disaster
Like Gregory Peck
In that church
When he raised his dagger
I know I'll get shot
But who will
Communicate
What goes after?
I've only had
One dog
That was truly mine
He got euthanised
When I was seven
To me he was hardly alive
Me auld fellah
Brought him back
From Lambourne
When he laid the roads
A fat beagle type mungral
Clumsy
But his love fully exposed
My memories are hazy
He exists now
Only in a Polaroid
From Christmas morning
Leaning heavy on me
In my cowboy uniform.
My brow ridge itches
It throbs
And aches
I can feel my family
And all that it takes
To walk my way
Round the place
Where I live
Three hundred thousand
Years
It takes
To forgive
All the things
We did in that gap
Now facing forward
We should know the things that we lack.
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