Bouts

A meditative tune is worked by the piano; the backdrop is a damp northern street, lit by sodium lights at dusk

Caught again by the snow, as on that evening in the vicarage b&b, on the moors above Bradford

When the cold iron railings, and the barred gate, were our only forms of security

Slower times, sadder times, darker times, times more hopeless than we can care to imagine

As we broke bread, on that night, who could foretell that today we would tear at the last vestiges of our love

& when it comes to breakages, on this night of the broken coffee jar, there are further trails to follow

I am advised, thankfully, by both of those in this story; make it suit the two of you, go to neutral ground, be there for a few hours only

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Stability

I craved to be unable, without joy

Not to make the telephone call

Not to post the galleries post card

To think twice about the secret flight

To even believe that I could end it

Yet once sworn in, to the life of sin

I was ravished, I gravitated

To lies and deceit, all receipts

Carefully collected & then destroyed

I took the joy, yet craved to be unable

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Ebb

In a craft

A neglected rowing boat

On a tributary

A good way from the sea

He gives his arm

Steadies her uneasy step

From the shallow water

To climb aboard

Laying back

Taking time

Choosing to go nowhere

With this he is by her side

Twenty-five years later

A photograph

Reeds, and grasses

Grow out of salted water

He is in contemplation

She is placed elsewhere

Neglected, and then

Brought into recovery

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Procreate

Lovers in the summer

Parents in the spring

Father & Mother

Of the beautiful child

That summers bring

Sweetest of fruits

Wearing winters ring

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Harmonious (strikethrough)

Vacuous, then stunned, awoken

No care for the drumbeat or the piano roll

Broken thoughts, tokens of highland shelters

Where beauty & hardship pass their time together

As if the crime of this music is that it is as discordant

As the notes I make; taking the easy way out

Close down, go under the covers, retreat

Lost & beaten, no need to sweeten

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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