Mon Plaisir

I cannot drill down any deeper
Alone I am unable to magnify
The view; I do remember a window

The lane a little steeper, there
Was a garden & a small kitchen
With two colourful cockatoo

There were fields for potatoes
Before the long curved beaches
Yet out beyond the reaches

I was so often absent
Just as the image shows
I stayed out of focus

There were pedestrians
On the promenade, they
Sojourned towards the town

Did you wonder that I
Wondered on the hope of you
Always to know that my love

Would tie you, no, worse
Much worse by far
My love would let you down

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Aznavour

She, woman of man's life
Where would he be without
More skewed attractions

He, man of woman's life
Where would she be without
Less undue distractions


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Absence of Free Will

It is not that I am torn
It is more that my mind
Seems to go just wherever it damned well chooses

I have been in love before
I am in love again, now
Images & memories, that my mind frequently uses

If on occasions forlorn
If caught on barbs that bind
I am resigned to follow her wherever she pleases

If to think of the spotlit dance floor
To shuffle so lightly how
With footsteps and body sways; she poses, she teases


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Glow If You Dare

Flames are lowered, gentle curve of decay amongst the embers
Turn pages of the picture books, remember those past Decembers
Lend her the lyric hooks, sing songs of joy and tenderness
Suppress at once the negative looks, that is no way to send her
Fend off your depression, close up the downbeat
With the light of impression share her romantic nooks & crannies
Play her Danny and the Champions of the World
Swirl her on to the dance floor
More you shout, folklore edicts the damsel fair
Rare as sacred through wildest air
Care of the curved decay whose lowered tones blend her wishes
Superstitious as she becomes
Run now, run your words down to the floor
The core is gone, the story flickered, lest it shone


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Nobody Knows You Slowly

You wear curled up boots
& smoke a slim cigar
You've got a ten gallon hat
& a Buick convertible car
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are

You sell your soul for money
In half lit American bars
You dream of walks in moonlight
Under a night of silver stars
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are

You stand assigned to keep your time
Strumming an eight string steel guitar
You’ve walked the line
Your music’s heard near & far
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are

She saw you in the drive-by
Thought how doubtful you are
She heard you at the movies
With your mournful la la la
She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are

She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you are
She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are


A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text