The eyes of sadness

The eyes of sadness

The finger tapping of dismay

He takes off his dark glasses

To feel the light of the world

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I don’t have anyone

I don’t have anyone

To hide you from anymore

I don’t even have to hide you

From myself anymore

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He took off quickly

He took off quickly

Climbed even quicker

Until he settled

Then leaned slowly

Into a wide circle

As was his routine

I had asked before

What was that noise

In front of the house

Above the house

Behind the house

Within the house

I was not reassured

No matter

What others felt

About her well-managed

Lack of

An appropriate response

Of course she heard me

Those shuttered eyelids

Told their own story

Of a saleswoman

Or fighter pilot

On estate duty

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On Bluestone Heath road

On Bluestone Heath road

Keeping away from the house

While the estate agent

Tries his very best to sell it

Instead a circular tour

(Except one road was closed)

To the three towns

Nearest to Revesby Estate

I am no town planner

But to have a toilet block

With all four doors locked

Seems to be an extravagance

Is this a prime example

Where the private sector

Could make more use

Of a town centre asset

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Have I ever been so sociable

Have I ever been so sociable

Agreeing to everything

The salesman suggests

Could I have quibbled

Tried harder

For more of a bargain

Will I forgive myself

In the fulness of time

I didn’t even go for a test drive

The sky is white and grey

Embellished by the remnants

Of a giant smoke ring

Which says quite a bit

About my day

What with all this stillness

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