Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Couples
The swagger of her backside
A desperate need to move on
No time to reflect or meditate
On the artists transitory life
They turn together, smiling
Perhaps they met at Cambridge
One leads, one follows; one is as
Dominant, as one is submissive
from
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo
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Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Wellcome
Slim youth, in new blue jeans
He seems too well preserved
For the self portrait of death
I observe his Abercrombie and
Fitch innocent white T shirt as
He flirts with the idea of ageism
The page is turned by artists
Older and younger than the
Mustachioed man in suits
Whose fruitful collection is
Today's hope of redirection
For youths in denim jeans
Who it seems are fascinated
By the distant dirge of death
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
09:08
Day tripping
Slipping back the sheets
Of weekend magazines
The neat skirts of writers
Flirting with their past
Lasting impressions
Of careers that crashed
Petite tales, on rails
Of steel and wonder
Under the disguise of
Surprises sprung
Bags slung on the racks
As we hurry down the tracks
Back to back conversations, with
Bathing beauties, in crimplene slacks
Monday, 12 August 2013
Floatation
Was it me who loved your sea
Was it you who fell for my open moor
Was it we who gave our children
Oceans and mountains
Beside the streams, while climbing trees
Sunday, 11 August 2013
Exit Station
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