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Saturday 22 October 2011

Secret Number Stuff


I try your phone
no ones there

I try your phone
someones there; engaged

I try your phone
lonesomes there not you

I wait for you to return my call
read Dylan Thomas

I visualise his patterns
a vocal vocabulary of pain

I drift inside the writers world
poetry is always to be thus

The telephone rings
startled I try to gain a grip on the night

I hear your happiness
forever I can tell you of Rollo May

this poem lies on the cutting room floor, for the ones that made it into the pamphlet Yorkshire Love Poems & Other Desperate Stuff click her