I could grow old
Instead trip them up
Half way before the time
They might sing
Of silver starlights
With fives and dimes
Only to be stripped off
Less than half way
Along their lines
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, 5 September 2013
Bar
I could grow old
Instead trip them up
Half way before the time
They might sing
Of silver starlights
With fives and dimes
Only to be stripped off
Less than half way
Along their lines
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
Strings & Bows
She looked all washed out
And yet
She could have been you
Her frame that is
Fold over stories
Of a lovers life
Her sorrow-less eyes
Pathways
To the other side
The recording
Session near Paris
Magnificent country chateau
Too much of everything
Too little of nothing
She taps her feet
He fiddles
You couldn’t
Have stayed with me
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
Joy Du Voyage
Her enchanting evening sky
Calls over my silk cloud morning
All the while we have cappuccino to go
Miles of beautiful landscapes lay ahead
High kicking truck drivers
Gesture at the service station cash machine
Voluptuous young lasses, with easy
To be happy boyfriends articulated in tow
Do we have ever more air
Are there endless days of this magical sun
Bathed in the lazy magnetic salt waters
She loves to love me, to think life's fun
Monday, 2 September 2013
Someone Other’s Book
To those words on visibility
Might I add my own thoughts
On the invisible
And the indivisibility
We were rampant
As ants on the ramparts
We were frantic
As the early St Francis
Later we became
Poetic in our justification
I go there
Words alone can take me
Excited by my own words
With journeys
Through
My own imaginations
We are apart
Parted bodies
Distant flesh
Untethered and fantastic
Sunday, 1 September 2013
Fey
He rose easily out of the executive saloon
A picture of elegance, the finest deportment
He walked with presence across the gravel courtyard
In his Bugatti, wool and mohair overcoat
All of this was way beyond his means, yet
None of that affected his personal satisfaction
For this lunchtime, as on many other lunchtimes
He would deceive himself, & those who looked on
Admiring his upright and self important stature
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