MTC Cronin

The Unexpected Walking Twins

These twins turned up

out of the blue.

They walked

all the way.

I made it clear

they were taking me by surprise.

But they were used

to surprising people.

Afterwards they walked back

to where they¹d come from.

I was left feeling hit or miss

by this unrelated visit.

But the walking twins were already

someone else¹s windfall.

The Passionist

The passionist tried hard. He listened to the cat purring in his stomach. He liked to sniff and to link smells with smells past. Standing with outstretched arms was a favourite action. He would say my arms are Mr and Mrs arm. My arms are two boys loving. Or any variation really. The passionist liked, when alone, to slurp and when, occasionally, he cried down there in his lower parts, he understood himself. Out of your own custody, he advised, is the only way to experience fits.

The Small Blue Deer

The small blue deer trembles as if it doesn¹t exist. Sitting back on its haunches. An unusual position for deer. The board of select men are to decide if it is to be relocated. Where might such a thing, which can hardly be imagined, live? Certainly not here where blue deer have never been known. In order to be prepared, someone hustles it into a cage containing nothing else. It is provided with some boiled water. The niceties of the blue deer¹s gut are mysterious. Though the deer doesn¹t drink it has the opportunity. Among those involved there is consensus about the need for research. A working party is set up that, despite the trembling, remains focused.