She pruned roses with a chainsaw
grows back fuller, better
learned it from an old man
You’re nuts andrew she said
she smiles
bet you make plastic planes, read sci-fi
Yeah sharne you don’t belong
constrained ex-army
all that drive, creativity
shackled
He sold spots in phone books
now to PNG you both
new kid, maid, barbed wire palace
He managed resorts, armed guards
two bullets in his back
put paid to it
You in divorce court
his attackers free
no more sushi on the boat
You were pruned
they didn’t grow
did you bloom
I just don’t know
END
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Cheers, Ish
