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Page 2 Picture Postcard Poems Condolences on holidays Rapture rejoicing Serious attempts at levity The blare of trumpets Fatuous frivolity Inconsolable accolades Orgiastic ecstasy The blush of an honest moment Contrived creativity The sophistry of supposition Contempt for convention Grimacing faces The clamour of percussion Cold persuasion Decanters of odium Peacocks in gold brocade Of uncertain paternity Brands of instant romance Embers of irony The execution of amorality. Flashbacks I remember the fear and the cold inside an old annex at a guesthouse with a long corridor made of wood. I hoped to ride a horse while we walked down a track bordered by tall eucalypts to a shop made of logs. At a golf house Mrs Renee Sullivan screamed with laughter and talked incessantly at my mother who politely listened. I played golf climbed to the cross at the top of a mountain with Renee’s son then careened down between the trees. Ghoul Days
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