Once Upon A Time... Winter

Once upon a time Winter decided
he'd had enough of all the negative vibes.
It wasn't his fault he had bad circulation
and dandruff;
these were all conditions of genetics
and out of his control. So he quit.
Pretty soon, people forgot about him.
He watched Autumn turn to Spring every year.
People had weekend barbecues,
mowed lawns, played in parks and laughed.
"I will have the last laugh," he thought,
sharpening his icepicks,
"my time will come."



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Once Upon A Time I Found God...

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Once upon a time I found God,
he was sitting cross-legged
on a playschool playmat pushing cars around
the make-believe roads,
rolling his tongue to make the sound
of the engines
and going BOOM! as two cars collided.
Then his mother came to pick him up,
lifting him up from the armpits
so two cars tumbled down the lego mountainside
causing mayhem.
Life on the mat remained static,
with headlights on high and engines idling;
waiting for god to reappear.

Sunrise

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Once upon a time there were twins
who felt it was the social convention
to live like a pair of aces in a deck
of multicultural faces;
they wore the same clothes
and had all the same mannerisms,
and were so similar that sometimes
people forgot they were two different people.
Even their spouses
secretly loved them both.
And then one day one moved to a different country,
and for the first time in their life
knew what it was to be in half.

Sunrise...

Once upon a time there was a funeral director

who had words spoken about him behind his back.

“He’s 73” “Never married” “Like a robot”

were some of them.

“Just once it would be good to see him show something...

Anything” was another.

But he faced his duties with a stony gaze –

a dry cinder block.

Only at night did he erupt –

tears for his never-wife and never-children,

asking himself why his fear to love

had led him to mourn them anyway.

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Once upon a time there was a normal man
who stumbled upon something that made him cry.
He wasn't one in a million, in that way,
but in the literal way,
just another man with no extraordinary gift or knowledge.
Then the telly played musician of the year
on his little i-phone
as he walked to work,
and the speed of the fingers' music
on the keyboard was both beautiful
and depressing.
A car of youths screamed past, yelling
and startling his tears...
... he didn't know where the sadness began.

Sunrise Bedtimes

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Once upon a time there was a very old man
who sat in a window
dribbling his daily dinner.
He had buried his wife, a son and a lover.
He saw their faces in the face of the young carer
as she spooned his food.
He could walk if he wanted,
he could wash himself too,
and yet he wandered why they treated him
like a child.