April is Da Cruellest Month (NaPoWriMo 2007)
By Jack Cade
A poem a day for April.
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Day 11 - Extract 2 from 'Sometimes Breaking My Heart: An Ode to Belinda Carlisle'
Not you, my love! They keep you alien - the botox now, before: the make-up team
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Day 01 - Caligula and Harpo
His hair looked good. It was a day to be photographed.
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Day 02 - Come In, Come In
Scree. Jarr. Zizi
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Day 03 - Светлана Феофанова
More a reworking of a short story today.
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Day 04 - Dark Jon
1 part Mail headline, 2 parts taste for the finer things.
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Day 05 - Chalicothere
Long dead sounds, ghost sounds, hunting for ears.
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Day 06 - Extract from 'Sometimes Breaking My Heart: An Ode to Belinda Carlisle'
I'm not serious.
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Day 07 - I sit on the steps of the temple,
bloodstains on my dressing gown. Dead leaves skate the stone. My backpack is full of half-read books and someone down there is trying to get my attention.
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Day 08 - Idol
Because I'll never know you, and because I'll never set out on some pilgrimage to find you, I must conjure up your fizz of smells from my own kitchen bricolage.
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Day 09 - Now we must walk together, but I will keep my mouth shut
Having a sugar-powered Japanese fangirl handcuff herself to me was the closest I ever came to stardom.
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Day 10 - Shells
A crack like splintering bone, the dust-whiff, like I've blown the age off an old book, and liberated contents emptied, paper skins sticking in my throat.
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Day 12 - Next Time on 'Flatmates'
(T. RUMMAGING, DESPERATE, THROUGH THE SHALE OF JUNKMAIL)
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Day 13 - What I learnt from Spin the Bottle
only the blatant approach man-to-man kissing with trepidation.
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Day 14 - Lovesong
You didn't kiss me You didn't swim with me in the chilled white wine of the pool, too early in the day for everyone else
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Day 15 - Expert Witness
On the one hand, Dr. Fegan-Earl, standing in the witness box, places his own fist lightly against his cheek.
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Day 17 - Ander Poul I have been sent to kill you
Cover of 'Corpse Marker' by Chris Boucher
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Day 19 - Adrienne goes through the metal detector
While I am armouring myself again - the broken turtleshell of my backpack, the chainmail of my keys, the thick wedge of my wallet
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Day 20 - Urgent Telegram
You need not hurry to the station while an orchestra rages stop
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Day 21 - Sunday
Water is cut by the misty runway of a pochard taking off
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Day 23 - Coming For Me
The diagram of red lights playing on the ceiling - some devil mark, some curse? Like Germanicus finding a slaughtered hen stowed beneath loose floor tiles,
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Day 25 - His misery began and ended with his moustache
The morning he looked the mirror in the eye and did not shave he dropped the whole bag of sugar onto his bowl, catapulting a slalom of milk over his neck and shirt.
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Day 26 - Another Person's Boudoir
First thing I notice is the used condom, slug-tailed over the chilly rim of a champagne bucket. This is pretty classy. The curtain-rail has sunk in the centre. It is a wall-mounted longbow.
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Day 27 - The Music
My boots are useless as boots.
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Day 28 - Why I want to be a Famous Poet
I'd tolerate others' neediness and weaknesses with the sympathy and gentlemanly manner of a person within one month's reach of a skiing holiday...
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Day 29 - Yawn
She stretches out on the bed, gown untied!
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