“When All Boils Down”

by  Richard Fletcher

Published: June 24, 2009

          Strong conversations upward
like blood sugar
          going berserk.

Bandana’d airmen stood on the airfield
          drinking sake
and singing their anthem together
before their final, fatal mission

I feel susceptible
          in my blue coat
losing face
and then later, a place
          when my friend
recovered from meningitis
in the same house

          Not wishing to risk a tenth
on the dropped kerb,
          me click-finger synchronicity
with a journalist
          amazingly led to nothin

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