Some Determination

We walked up the hill together

It was a new hill for me

We talked of why not to get together

I spoke of why we should be together

I talked boldly of my past being in the past

I told of how my life was wasting away

Getting me down

Perhaps not the smartest choice of argument

To put a spotlight on ones ability to waste a life away

Now it appears to have been quite incredulous

Maybe desperation was at hand

There was a flower that I did not want to die

Yet this was the self-chosen victory 

I was absolutely in need of

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Complex Situation

Yesterday you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair shampoo squeezed easily out of its tube

& I heard the Japanese soprano sing Madame Butterfly

Today, the day after you said you were unloveable

The day when the hair conditioner squeezes uneasily out of its tube 

& I read Brendan Kennelly’s poems Tonight You Cry and Portrait

Yesterday, before you said you were unloveable

The day when the permed hair serum squeezed easily out of its tube

& I felt the joy in your voice, as we spoke on the telephone

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Reflection

There is light on the paper

Shostakovich on the stereo

I should be sad

It has been a sad day

There is sadness today

To many corners

Yet I have a warmth, a calm

Whose residence I honour

Without the doubt of question

If crying gives you peace

I see no shame in you crying

If hope means bended knees

I say fair game to you sighing

That I might share light on paper

Play music on a portable stereo

We could be sad

Make it a sadder day

Where we visit

All those sad corners

There to seek out warmth, find calm

Whose residence we both might honour

Without doubt to celebrate reconciliation

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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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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