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Until today, the winter

March 4, 2016March 4, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Until today, the winter has been a wet black dog. Now the dog is growing claws and shaking loose its skin. The white lion is soon to return.

She would be a red raw steak

February 23, 2016February 21, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

She said if she were a food, she would be a red raw steak.
She said if she were a drink, she would be red wine so we could age together.

I said I was a vegetarian teetotaller.

Then, just quickly enough, I said I was only joking.

I sniffed

February 22, 2016February 21, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I sniffed. Strange. I sniffed again. Hmm. Behind me, the gorilla sniffed louder.

He cleared his throat

February 22, 2016February 21, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

He cleared his throat politely. Then he coughed a little longer and louder than normal. At that they turned to face him. He fainted

Light arrives

February 7, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Light arrives, no matter the distance.
Love remains, no matter the time.

Walking (circles)

January 26, 2016January 26, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

As I walked to the office, my barber was washing his windows. Down the road the window cleaner was changing a tyre on his van. I jammed my hat down tight on my head in case the AA man came at me with scissors.

Apology (on a noticeboard)

January 24, 2016January 24, 2016 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

You asked if you could share my sweetness. I was taken aback and slapped you. The look on your face as you walked away stays with me. If you see this sign and come back on Thursday, of course there will be honey. Of course. The sweetness that I have I will share with you and take away the bruising from your face….

The cloud of starlings

December 21, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

The cloud of starlings smudges
the bare-branched silhouettes.

Patiently,
again,
Hu wipes his finger on the charcoal.

He smiles.

Surrender

November 30, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

If you would
sing for me
I would
willingly
steer my heart onto the rocks

Who needs Masterchef?

November 27, 2015November 21, 2015 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Andy lifted the haggis out of the deep fryer and placed it delicately on top of the Lorne sausage piled on top of the bacon on top of the tattie scone. Two sprigs of parsley for greens. On a smaller plate, a cube of tablet. The café stood and applauded.

 

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