Usurper


Usurper,
Oedipal me

I smiled thinly

grinning him down

from the peak of his wife’s affection.
Mistaken,
for so I was,

I climbed a vacant chair, a throne,

merrily thumping straight-legged.

The joy, mine alone.
The abdicant,
pub-rushed and boozy,

on coming home sat in a seat

heated by someone else’s arse.

We all bounced our secrets around the room in silence.

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2 thoughts on “Usurper

    • The original emotional impetus for these had gone some time ago. Feeling flat at the moment and could only look at them as an intellectual challenge. I’m happy the way a couple of them have turned out. Your comments always provide a pick-me-up, Jeanie .

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