Worn Sweat

Into the early morning
Not far in time to sleep
Deep dreams
Horizons and sunsets

Escape or creep back
As if to the Inchcape
There far from the west
Of wayward slumbers

Up and over the brow
Boldly off the Wolds
Off the clay and chalk
Off the sleep time talk

& the bare, fair set
Mazy wanderings

Up and over the treetops
Torn away from the trunk
Ripped off the branch
And the twig and skunk

Of the night time
Cigarette
The scared
Worn sweat

Which bared those unfair
& crazy wanderings


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Onwards sprinkled poppies

In the seventh summer
Slip, I dipped on the
Trip to pink flamingos

Now my seventeenth number
Flip, I’m clipped on the
Strip of fairway gringos

In between the innocence & the heartache
What seems the green grass, the second class
The mother, the child, the both without a father

In their seven rows
Strips of once wild poppies
Nipped in bud, for the county flower show

Now my seventeen insecurities
Drip into my shattered mind
Rainy days; the sipped sour wine of impunity

In between the hazel & the hedgerow
What seems the pasture, swift past rapture
The other, the wild, the both without hope, rather

To be in the seventh seventeenth summer
Somewhere between home & away & eternity
Graveyards & birthplace; endless, timeless journey

Trips to pink flamingos
Stripped bare the fair play gringo’s; swathes
That wave, rave on - onwards sprinkled poppies


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Incest and other conversations

Mottled
Colours through crimson bottles
Glass with past you do wonder

Petticoats on soft skin
Racehorses on close run rails
Fairways these last days of summer

Cared for with loves
Deeper understandings

Shadows only on the raindrops
Or the quenching waters
Blast furnace you do recall

Cold beers; for brow borne beads of sweat
Share incest and other conversation
Cast figures days when daylight fails

Shared with untouched love
& deeper misunderstandings


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Shame of sensation

Green wheat
On the sweetest day of summer

Where Tennyson heard
That Byron was dead
He engraved the news, deep
In the sandstone of long memory

That first day of summer
& the corn was high

Or would be later in the year
For Tennyson, the corn
To disappear, life too dear
Cleared of his father’s reputation

Feared of shame and sensation
An odd kind of situation

Humans with emotions

I walked there
And back again
Looked in all the windows
Opened one or two of the doors

In truth I wasn’t really looking
For there is nothing that I need
But I liked the time just to wander
To see the pigeons feed

The pensioners study
The racks of three for two
The tins of pilchards are past
Their sell by date; nothings new

The flautist plays
His electronic mandolin
He sells lots of the Big Issue
It’s hard to stay so thin

The schoolchildren size up
The cost of liquorice sticks
Choose one colour or two
Or better value in the lucky dip

The opera house is open
The autumn catalogue is news
Blues Brothers, or Tourandot
The eclectic amongst you choose

Sun shines on the fountain
The dress shop picture is quite a pitch
Tourism given over to pride and prejudice
Thank the Lord, Chatsworth made it rich

Back past the old disused spa baths
Stone flags; great worn slabs
Weathered for centuries, but now
In the hands of developers
With tentacles like crabs


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