42

“I”
has become a nuisance,
as I have no use
for it
anymore.

Today is my birthday.
I have spent it alone,
purposefully.

I read Romans,
I slept,
I listened to the radio,
spat at the TV
and wondered where my

faith has gone, unresolved
yet mingled, like water
through a half-drenched
coat – strong and
weathered –

storms and boats,
thunderous mental
states,
psychedelic dreams
of vacuity,
the LSD generation –
alas gone!

Still no matter:
I just wish you were
here.

Felix Maple is a professional geographer living in Paris, France. He was a volunteer paramedic for a while. He is British but has been living in France most of his life, which is confusing to him. He teaches geography at the University of Paris 8 (Vincennes – Saint-Denis) and writes poetry whenever he can. His work has been published in Brevity Poetry Review, Emerge Literary Journal, Eunoia Review, Red River Review, Rose Red Review, Napalm And Novocain and Visceral Uterus. His blog is at http://felix-maple.blogspot.fr.

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