(1)
Charlie
i am in the business/of placement
(Charlie coughs as three soldiers walk by)
i ask them to make some valentine chocolates to sell on the frontline
they laugh:
then they stop/Charlie’s eyes fall a little bit/potted pansies yield themselves to the/ space /
‘a place called not me’
:it is thusly referred to/because if flowers aren’t self aware/well they told me there would be no sun/Charlie bites down on lip/i stare
down…
my eyes exactly horizontal/to the surface of my coffee/the bubbles puckering the surface/like
like an old photograph in a fire
two old ladies bitch about us quietly/sipping their coke zeros through straws/their kept stares never
ceasing…(not ever)
(2)
…well then…
Charlie took the sugar from the jar/and emptied it into his cheeks/holding it:
there
waiting for it to slowly dissolve
(Charlie’s eyes watered)/tongue twisting/the pansies yield further/into
‘a place called not me’
then
(3)
and then
(Charlie tries to become a planet)
turning a sugar filled head 360 degrees to the RIGHT!/and twists it straight off with a:
POP!
red billows like a sheet on the clothes line (like the ones i used to make houses with when i was)
small
and the old ladies chatter like/serves you right/and that’s when Charlie says to me:
this sugar tastes like cheep gold
and I’m still not a god help me
/i cast a cold stare down and say/
do you remember what I told you:
ghosts go to the sun and come back golden/that’s why all the houses in the hills at night/seem so fucking lonely
…during the day
they reside in the sugar jars of over priced cafés/and/
in the coke zeros of old ladies
and i can safely say/that YOU…………………………………………………………………are my most favourite kind of colour
…but i won’t put you back together…
i stood and the sky caved into Charlie’s head
(filling it with space
and empty blue)
(4)
…and i leached out the red
from charlie’s body
to make jam for my toast…
in the morning i could see Charlie rising
a ghost of gold and blue
to stare down exactly horizontal
to us
as i renamed it
‘a place called not me’