Saturday

What is it, of these separate words

What is it if there is no reason

Why to try to explore the hidden one

Why to implore the open one only to be

Why use those awkward words

The separate and the hidden

When, if truth be told

Both of those lines were given

Why would Bill Nighy be here

In this Micklegate 45 cafe

Is he a lover of the vinyl

Is he playing in the town

How would you ask him

How he gives the awkward words gravitas

How would you ask him

If his packing cases are held by Bureau Veritas

What is it, of these street-facing windows

What is it if there is no celebrity

Why to try to explore the forbidden one

Why to implore to open one simply to see

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Disproportionate

Someone said you were drunk

Someone said you were condescending 

Someone said why visit the monks

Someone said is it never-ending

And so the conversation did move on

Yes the conversation did so move on

From Socrates to Pilates

To the cost of those who represent

From deputies to destinies

To down payments of the rent

Someone said what did you expect

Someone said it’s all part of the act

Someone said did you not read the text

Someone sad it’s a sad life, that is the fact

And so the conversation did move on

Yes the conversation did so move on

From Bake Off through to Strictly

And how fame is the stars intent

From take-off to feeling fairly sickly

With the purveyors of all that’s sent

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Collected Commentary

I am going into town

To see no new people

I am going into town

To see more of the real me

I read your story

Of the grief-stricken young maid

I read your poems

Written on the railroads of USA

I too have stood, and also sat

In cold empty churches

I too have stood, also sat

On the edge of the fens

So we have shared movement

And been

To each other’s houses

To write, to read, to laugh

You are the real thing

And I am the old pretender

You have the gift

And also you have given

I am going into town

To see no new people

I am going into town

To see more of you know who

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Shouldn’t Be Said

This isn’t the song

Which I wanted to sing

That old old story

Of you wearing my ring

No I wanted to sing of avoidance

The avoidance of me by you

I wanted to sing of abandonment

The abandonment,  and you seeing it through

I wanted to hurt you

And you to hurt me too

I wanted to hold on

To your eyes of blue

I wanted to tell you

And you to tell me too

I wanted us to sing on

With both singing true

I wanted to sing of abandonment

The abandonment of me by you

I wanted to sing of avoidance

The avoidance, and you seeing it through

This isn’t the story

Which I wanted to be sold

The sad old glory

Of being left out in the cold

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The Two To One Question

I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter

I asked you once

I asked you twice

I offered you heaven

For a roll of the dice

You said no once

You said no twice

You didn’t believe in me

Or in Jesus Christ

I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter

I walked away once

I walked away twice

I was fearful of leaving

I was fearful of life

You stayed behind once

You stayed behind twice

You couldn’t conceive of me

Or of being my wife

I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter

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