3 poems by Paul Harrison

running hands thru hair and mirror

i recollect janette
and how she laughed and giggled
and how i thought
she was gorgeous
and how she used to say, laughing
“it’s all about me”
janette the hair-dresser, 24
and how she combed my hair
for lice in rehab
and how i thanked her
and how i liked her
and how 3 weeks later
busted, discharged
pissed, high and walking dead
she found the trinity along that road
“it’s all about me”
in my head


~
 
(after linda lee)
of course
there was that time
in the cemetery
right beside the hospital
‘the braid’ i believe
high on acid, speed and piss
and that nurse the fat one
and the poem you forced
and how later
in a loyalist drug dealers flat
before you/d even heard of him
michael dransfield flew past
~

the present anxieties of time

I
am from the future
he said
a man without a past or country
hello i said
then the phone rang
and the reverie and line went dead
___

Paul is author of the new chapbook Corrugator (48th Street Press).  You can check out a review of the publication at Nostrovia! Poetry.

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