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That was
A bit odd
Don't you think

The Saturday news
On
A Thursday evening

The internet’s strange
A purveyor of what
Right now is happening

Before it's happened, then
Brings news half
A week after the event

…My mother's letters
They too were often
A week or so

In the writing
Then a few days more
Until she caught the post

Except those times
When the advertisement for
The Shackleton High Chair

Or the flyer for the
Dolphin Walk in Shower Bath
Took her eye

Surprised most of all were
The younger generation
Odd that we should think

That desire belongs the chosen youthful few
Odd that we are uneasy with the concept
Of the old not being ill at ease


Happy they too with advertised
Collections of China Dolls &
China Thimbles

With Saturdays post
And other days news
Left unopened

On the sideboard; lying beside
The well thumbed
Weekend supplements

As the repeats
Of previous repeats
Are replayed over



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Heaviness of Light

I send you this splash of wave
Ask only that your letter distills the droplets found
Deep of sound unbound within
Make pure gin of the hope and the hip hip hooray
You are coming to stay, if I am to have my way

I send you this chaos theory of a rectangular box
Ask that your fractals are light beams to bounce
Pronounced to climb and creep within
May pebbles skim on the pond like sea-swells
To tell of sands & play, dare that we share one day

Gifts from a time with time to contemplate
It is late, later somehow in the dark lined room
With the music of Anouar Brahem on the waves
Caves of grave generations without and within
May the perimeter of string pray to defeat delay
Travel with the fairies, dance with the fray

Only in profound isolation
May my imaginations venture and climb
Soak up the rhythms; redefine denial, of that long
That long last loss, that one denied lost of longing resigned



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Belief too brief

The Lincoln
By the cathedral
In Lincoln central

The registrar edges
As the concierge
Walks by

Pledges are snapped
With a smile
& a firm handshake

That idea of time
With time in hand
The explanations

Worked through
Thoroughly
Briefs well briefed

A confidence trick
Stick
To the resolution

The institution
Quivers
At recidivists
Procedures




This poem is from the collection East of Lincoln Central available now on kindle - click on the text for details

Purple Sage

Twisted, two obligations
Various considerations listed
Insistent, feel the lost thoughts lost again
Abstain, you are tied to, lie as to self the same
Upside, downside, cushioned comfort field or frame
Lain with those extrapolated and pilloried stains
Regain a mind at once so clear, free of fear
No more of Baudelaire or Stenigot, not now
Not then, no paradise of shock, no lock of hair
As silk slipped frost, all cost subscribed fulfilled
Drilled into safe emotive cells, wellbeing that dwells
On the printed page, that tells of itself’s own story
Through the spoken word; so absurd; no
Reader, no listener, no viewer, no friend, no word
From the past or from the future; only the untold echoes
Reverberations that you heard but could not put
To a time or place, as if the race and the line, the
Call of mine, mine, mine; sublime in it's truth
Dutiful youth to wayward...
Struth how might you hold on to this
Old stories been and gone, levitations and escapologists
On the silver screen, what do we mean
What do we mean, what do we mean
It seemed straightforwards, to tell of hurt
In that the void of breath or blood should
Be so impossible to state, unable to relate
As flowers wilt and waters dry, as passions rise
Their chosen time closed to cry: "try, try, try"
Let her go, let it die, say no more, be so fly
As to tell it never mattered, may you scatter
Letters, sounds, utterances, the found remnants
Of lust and love, to be trusted by lost accounts
Recompense to follow old and trusted paths
Last laugh and all that crap, you never said
Dead until death us do part, let's start again
The day of it
The all but forgotten Zane Grey of it
The absolute pure flight and foreplay of it




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Boxed Out

Sailing on the seven seas
All in smile with sails to breeze
Happiness this heart to seize
Lay me down by swayed palm trees
Loison’s Pandora takes her leave
Time to dance, time indeed
Raise the flags and plant the seeds
Skies of blue no cloud or creed
We have the willow
We have the reed
Tales unfold our stories weave
Love my love to fair receive
Sun and shores I do believe
A fine fair way to end the grief
Closure now for souls own thief
Space to play in sound relief
Say goodbye, my liege, my lief





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