Tip Over

Into the absence
Among old scouts
With mysterious shadows
& half forgotten melodies

Sink or settle or rise
Laugh out loud
Not so loud or out
Of control that suspicions
Are thus aroused

Move into the absence
Among found objects
With interior whispers
Woebegone tragedies

Blink or fettle or cries
Of dried out tears
Not of fear or so out
Of control that beauticians
Are open bloused

Though deep in the absence
Among feint shouts
With ulterior highlights
No less a rotten ego roused



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Aux Naturelle

Watch the May time meadow grass
Watch the breeze cause the rustle to pass
Watch the suns existence lead it to bend and bow
Watch the pixels force-frame, a weathered afterglow


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Choral

That centre
If to be found
With resonance
Will, as water falls
Bounce & rebound

That kernel
Of open ground
With plain song
Will, as clouds climb
Silence all other sound

Except if it is to be lost in love
A cost thus borne least pleasant of
Except in that dead as dark as night
A target torn, astride the wingless flight


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Relate

Cream, cloth covered chair
Wait, wait there
By the pebbles
By the doorway to the stair

Burnt beige, broken bare
Stay, stay where
Stay where winters winds
Lead the call for care


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All Dressed Up

I have a job, in a shop in Leeds
I don’t know how, there is no back story
It would once have been a gentleman’s outfitter

Nowadays we sell expensive branded attire
To those fanciful county & city sets
Men, and their lady friends, with ample wallets

Two shops, close by to each other
No sooner had I been introduced to the main store
Than I was moved out to the two-tone satellite

I was introduced to the staff
Arranged how we could share lifts
Talked of where we could get a good breakfast

It turns out
That most of the clothes are not sold in store
But are punted

Unmercifully, at society do’s
Charity balls, Yorkshire’s horse racing days and
Whatever is Leeds equivalent of a Night at the Opera

I am nervous
I feel out of place
I don’t know why I am here

I do though like the merchandise
& a significant part of my arrogant self says
“Yes, this stuff wouldn’t half damned suit me”



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