The Goodbye Goose

- The Goodbye Goose- Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all the rocks aglaze. Reflection, stretching shadows. Longer thinner men - longer thinner still. Shadowy tall , feeling small. Sunmangled window in a diamond quadrant. Keyhole orifice and creeping becomes nostalgia. Why dont you just shut up and call? Home going geese-slipstream in a vee. High honking traffic, trailing vapour leaves you exposing me. Cascading spirits slipping down the walls, swirling eddies and smoky waterfalls, draping over furniture like slimy octopi... Drunken weekend metaphors , Monday morning remorse. Up and down the ladders of my memory, tinkly piano playing on my spiny vertebrae. Permeating lies of my story told not of voice or tongue or lips-no. But of crafty bits that left unsaid, untold encyclopaedia of me. T'would be so simple to top you up, yet dark forces warn me , to pimp me out to you is to forfeit martyrdom and victory crown, deprives the joy of shooting you down, shifting the blame. Denies the stature as abuser , distracts my winner into loser. Never be a frontal goose .