Aloft

Light of lava lamp
Plucked strings of romantic lute
Know that sleep is some time away

Hold the sense of tranquility
Reach out to pasts and futures
Calm rivers to moonlit skies

Find that niche life of stabilisation
Offered with confidence to others
Cathartically through zillions of words

Take a mindful reconciliation
Bedevelled by that dash of colour
A reflection, of her once inferred beauty

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All Sorts Besides Money

She has no need of work

No desire to earn or chase a score

She lives on Day-Glo placebo’s

& uptown chunky bores

She drinks the most expensive vino

& smokes silky, filter tip cigarettes

It’s not that she’s not with us

Rather that she’s loosened off her debts

She’s off to the Dominican republic

With her favourite of the season, he’s

Charted a yacht, setting sail at midnight

She, he says, is the only reason

She says that she will miss you

He says he will miss you too

She waves her swish goodbyes

He turns away, as her lovers often do

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Founded

Sure white

Poplin cotton shirt

Purposefully faded

Light blue denim jeans

Saturday morning

Strolling to the library

& looking back;

There was a certainty

How good it all felt

How right it all was

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Thurlestone Beach

For a moment I was on the seas edge

With no regrets on not venturing out

For with that brief image you carried me

I was taken, in sunshine and darkness

Besides calm waters, and wild oceans

With friends & family & lovers & children

I could tell you of one particular evening

Late at night, with my not yet teenage son

Throwing pebbles absently to a winters surf

That you might detect a sadness

Is neither fortunate nor unfortunate

Truth is what happens; that time happened

Now it is in two peoples

Direct memories

No more to it than that

That it can make those two people cry

Twenty-five years later

That is the thing of love

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Resolve

I am not so good at conversation

Thousands of hours, alone in my car

Have taught me only to listen

No clues about how to respond

You said my responses ended conversations

That though is a different skill

Learnt through business negotiations

Thousands of put downs; ideas crushed

Before they had a life to fly

With such darkness

Inherent in my veins

I have to relearn conversation

Become closer to being human

Would that you be would be there

Hitch me up when the rolling stops

Nudge me when the jukebox sticks

Persuade me with a smile and a hug

I will leave the car at home

Put on my walking shoes

& listen to you, while we’re strolling

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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