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Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Anchor Court

Wooden floor, bed settee, bare walls
Except for a picture by Monet 
Lyle Lovett on the hi-fi
His big band lingering
Oil pastels smudge my fingertips
Echoes of my son hurling pebbles
Into the half sight, dark light seas
Nights of ones own company
To play, to cry
To have the strength to sigh
Then go on to rediscover
Coir mat tiled flooring
Two bedrooms
A bathroom and a kitchen
Music that floats, to whichever
Of the four single beds 
I choose to lay my head upon
Sufficient accommodation
For my visiting offspring, and for
My more recent, hopefully
Indecent acquaintances
Flights of ones own fancies
To play, to slay
To have the doubt to weigh
Up only the day of positives
Champagne or chilled white wine
On the sunny-side flags out front
Thoughts of the sophisticated town
That basks over the bakeries rooftops
It is the midwinters brightest season
Weathered by a micro climate
Sights that sensed
The inevitable impermanence
To live, to hopelessly give
To ply, to be so sly as
To shy away from reality
Floors stripped
Furniture and effects loaded
Onto a white removal van
Key fobs pushed, squeezed
With a don’t return note
Into the estate agents letterbox
My brother and my daughter
Present at this intermittent
Significant, half-final reckoning
My lover negligently absent
Rites of passage not observed
We swerve out of town
To deny, to give back the gown
Frown, as we call time
On the dreams end


Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Warmer than Rain

Am I freed of her
Is that why I smile to myself
In my morning shower

Now she is with another
Am I free
To love her more than ever

No more my lovers keeper
Can such freedom
Let me weep of our memories

Cry tears of joy
For those sunshine summers
Where we held hands

Is this free, I sure feel free
To go and sing
Of the whole worlds beauty

Did I hear a whisper
Of the word delirium
It is true, I once was her mister

Closer ever than brother and sister
We kissed; she will be missed
As I smile, on loves lost flower


Monday, 4 February 2013

Gift

I have the taste for saddened verse
News of love lain once immersed
Words came to say, of this day
All the rain with tears may play

He told of she, but she not he
She though was pleased
At where he be, he
Did not see it quite so well

Truth to tell he went though hell
He'd caught the swell
Of foolish pride; she decided
No more, and that was that

Back to the fedora hat
Perm blown hair
Back to the flair 
That suited his youth

Struth
He was nearer death than life
She never was his wife
All appearances turned to strife

The knife then turned one last time
Chime of noon, flash of light
Cheering crowd, in beauties sight
She took the ring 

& hugged her new man 
Close and tight


Saturday, 2 February 2013

Thin on whispers

In the time of those few words
Listen hard to what you hear
In the time to stop your heart
Listen hard to those you fear

Hearts that stop
With words that beat
A life that's lost
Of prospects heat

Time that waits
For songs to seek
Such turns that cost
Our souls of speech


Friday, 1 February 2013

Indemnify; you are past

How much love still lingers
That I smile and the singer
Plays photoshop with my fingers
As on your eyes to bring...

I lie to myself, spy on
The laughter, the joy that wins
My heart and mind
Care to be kind, heavenly resigned

At an untouchable distance
Where I define this love; as that love
Before attempts at rekindling
Singled out faults and restraints

Pains that have turned to play
Feigned on occasion not to stay
Yet way too strong, to go along
With my superficial malignity