Passed beware

In real time
Or replayed past time
From High Peaks
To East of Lincoln Central

The flaxen fair
Is passed beware

To steal time
Or misplace a few moments
In absence
Or least of just apart

The flaxen hair is fair aware
The flaxen fair
Is almost there




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Devil of Disruption

I walk the streets, head down
Let me wallow
God let me feel sorry for myself
Before I read of the indisputable truth
Before I learn any more of the irredeemable I

These are not my walls, this is not my house
I am a guest
A veritable journeyman
The current luminaire, simply passing through
I will just be, I will move on, be one before the other





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It is just an idea

Inside
The stone
No way to know

Of haystacks
Engulfed
In spontaneous combustion

There
Though the rain
Bounces off the flat flags

And the aircraft
Outside
Of the dust filled hangar

Where the late sun
Casts
Its long and lonely shadows





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Patients

It was a kissing night

Kissing, kissing, kissing

Several days of kisses

Then a final kiss

Pressed against the ancient tree

You with that broken look in your eyes

A sorrowful damaged look

Though a look which finally said

Yes, now, eventually

I do so want to kiss you

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Folded Cold

Why write the poetry
Why
Read at all of doubt
Small wonder you wonder

To unlock
Past perhaps possessions
To confess
Per chance regress

Redress
The undressed balance
…Could it be
A list

A letter
Or aide memoir
A memo
Even better

Cold
Unfolded
Bold as
Tabloid stationary





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