davey dreamnation

seething since 2001


there’s a boy leaving home on
the train – i can see him see his
mother on the platform trying
not to cry – the boy knows no
restraint too young to hold it
in he’s bawling – for a moment
he is me & i can feel that sad
old fear of separation grown
into stoicism followed by pure
obliviousness – you grow up not
to cry you leave so as not to
give up who you are – your
stories jokes hobbies – but it’s
a lie a cruel hoax – because
one day it won’t be you who’s
leaving – no it will be your own
mother getting onto that train to
leave forever to pull away in
that black carriage the pane
of glass making final chats
impossible & tears? well they’re
for boys or for grown women &
yet there they are – on your own
face small & soft but still there
for all of your bravado – it is
a form of sickness after all
whose remedy is the act – &
later after several stops you
look over at the boy who’s now
wearing headphones & he’s not
crying anymore – but you can
see the sickness of home there
still (in his pale stunned face


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  1. I know how the little boy feels. You can really write, you know?
    xxx s

  2. Wonjoo

    hi David,I emailed at your gmail as below. I am wondering if it delivered properly.****
    ***Hello David,
    I am the artist introduced by Bridget at the gallery party on last Thursday.
    How are you?
    Regarding the trip(??) for the show of Asian Art Festival in Pocheon, outside Seoul. I am arranging sometime next week, I am wondering if you are still interested in.
    I am still flexible though for the schedule, so you can add your convenience if you want, then we can adjust it.
    OK, Talk more later.

  3. Anonymous

    My favourite poem of your adventure. Come home soon Davey.

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