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The first policeman

Swing all your heartache, right over here
we'll lap it all up with black and white eager tongues

Give us your war stories, young policeman, come
return to the brethren fold

I look at my boys, soft as morning bread,
white with innocence

I haven't the heart to harden them yet,
lest their soul come as cold as my own


He sits here now, in a creaking black,
couched leather eagerness

And tells of all the horror he saw,
out there on the street, his beaten eyes devoured:

The car mangled corpses, the dead
intertwined with the living, pursued

Through street, pepper spray first,
then hopefully gun, he squawks


When his rookie-run has ended,
his eyes flash behind the crow’s feet grimace

We all sit on haunches, bored civilians,
feigning a grand interest, not really listening

More waiting each, their turn to leap in with
banal reverie, competing story lines told with an averted eye

Jealousy - from our strip-lit drained
and sterile office life?


Or just fitting in to the crush fold of conformity,
playing our roles as model males

With tall tales told, he makes his excuses
and leaves for the mean streets of Hobart

Where an Echidna fatality and drug worn
self-harm, conflate into a truth

Universal of petty provincial existence,
and peeling away one by one


Each boy re-invents his imminent self,
in more heroic tones, polished bright

Lest the drear tarnished veneers of their lives,
bleed through this thin canvassed life

We can't help but paint in lustre and colour contrived,
the alternative is too dour to bear witness in time

Lives less ordinary, portray more charm, yet
they of themselves are but inventions of poor


Silhouettes, facsimiles in other lives too,
in essence all are shackled to that which is true

Perhaps we'll find peace there, one day, humility,
in the distance the flare and urgent excitement

Siren sings along the highway black top,
to another storm in a mortal teacup

A life, having seen the truth, is drunk,
dropped, shattered into oblivion night

And forever extinguished, another gone,
among the innumerable lights-

And we are left, to move along.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Last few words: 
Recently - just people watching. An observation of how Men behave in groups. More out of fascination as to why the competing egos hang on the air of attention, either out of fear of being left out, not making a mark. I extended out the observation to a more cultural meditation on how people try to eek out meaning in a mortal life. Maybe I was overthinking it :) - but then that's always better than under-thinking it in my book.
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as the humble plug in
yet each serves different purpose
the beam an intent

Well written...thought out..methodical
and balanced..salted truths and
thoughtful quest divergence
of an observance

mark is trial and error..risk..knowing
mistakes and triumphs

at a crash scene horrid bright fall day
a curve...four destroyed
upside down flames just starting from
ordinary people that would lift their
mate elder child from a tub..carry firewood
push heavy shopping put in
the air conditioner or take out come fall...
master the art of many things...

I was the one that eyed the rest and set
them on tasks...two here three there..
I put out the fire first with another..
the others happy to go see what disaster
was upside down...I say happy...but if
someone was caught in there...the fire
out of control would be a concern as the
trucks were far too respond on that
stretch...two people...not stuck...survived
with broken bones etc....not chancing it we
all worked at cradling them as flat as we
could from the vehicle save any electrical
start up...most vehicles now have shut off
devices for fuel and sealed fuel lines..
no sediment glass oil pots for
cleaning intake of dusty air..

when the ambulance arrived first I went
up and met the nurse whom I knew of all long ago together..
directed them my work buddies
together and drove off to finish our work
which we did....breath in breath out if you
have that chance and act...

Ive seen faster men and women just move
into it all balances sometimes
we men.....and I lived all my life with women
they live three of our lives and manage more
atop of this....and yet....we are the dominant
ones.....not saying better or we should be
the me it just is this way...

I hold doors and pick up garbage..try to be
the force diverting energy...whats that word
magnetron....the vortex...
others are better...and I compete and often
dont win...but as you say its at least better
then under thinking....

thank U

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