Unblemished

These are the words
I chase hereafter
The still of the bay
From my kindergarten

The larks rise
The lupins sway
Suns rays on rose-hips at play
She’d say beg your pardon

Take me to your bay
Sail me out, out your way
Beyond the fragrant bayou
Near on midsummer’s garden


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Moths & Headlights

We are told of haywains
Of meerschaum smoker’s pipes
Of tankards overflowing with port &
The mysterious concoctions of laudanum

The cold air of chapel
Insulates us from the sunlight
Where fanfares and swifter trumpets
Are said to have serenaded the skylark

These are the embroidered walkway stories
Told as we walked, before
Before we returned, in total darkness
Long after the deep draughts of nightfall

The cold air of chapel
Amplifies for us, magnifies our senses
Where madness and deprivation
Are said to have once permeated the ravens


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Cadillac Freeway

Asleep
Way after daybreak
Shake that tail feather baby
Late into the night
Stay awake

Wander
Through empty streets
Empty towns
Of starlit gowns
Frowns of missed opportunity

Your first night
On stage beside the double bass
A shot of fear; so young, so near
Say that you belong
Before the audience

In the throng, he kissed you
For your presence; so tight he led
Fed those older guys
Who bled well, gave unsaid
Their recognition

By intuition he gave permission
For untried improvisation
Another perception
As if the third immaculate conception heard
That this boy was special, this boy sure was special

Creep, as sleep your fingers weep
In the bluegrass
In the far off echoes
Of the rock and roll
You stole the solo spot

O so low you dropped
Stopped and shot into the limelight
Just on midnight, sipping
Light martini or was it bourbon
For your bit of Scottish on the rocks

We dream of your freedom
Plays on down the alleyway
You sway, o hey Joe you would have cried
By your side the finger steel glides, zing
The strings sing a secret lovers lullaby

The flowers are dried and pressed into the tunes
Runes and silver moons my fairground swoons
My troubadour, my cross Atlantic dresser
Forever June, o harvest moon, zoom
Through and along your highway


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Shame & Sensation

Green wheat, the sweetest day of summer
Where Tennyson heard that Byron was dead

Onwards & upwards, the next bit is downhill
Seems an odd thing to say, but it was
The first day of the summer
The corn was high or would be later in the year

Feared of shame and sensation
Odd situations, undulations less than endless
Curves of a woman’s thigh into the near distance
Into the far away fears

Steered by sunlight & hawthorn blossom
Over worked up fields of clay & sand
Ploughed, raked, drilled; the pasture, the meadow
The fair I swear maiden laid down in the soft grass

Captured
Enraptured before the moon was full
Beneath the stature of past statues
Beside triptychs of graver truths


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Stolen

The brightest day of summer
The age of the many mothers
Who retrace their time as lovers
On the sand and pebble beach

Hand in hand now breached
They reach for other covers
To snuff out the hidden cost
Of past obedience preached

The lightest day still grieves
With names who never lived
While ages of others lay placed
Traced upon the lines of leaves

Dreams they now need for each
Strong arms of a softer passion lover
Who heeds not for the call of mother
But plays fair, firm within his crofters reach

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