Uncertainties

I was angry

Before I was angry at myself

Then I was more than annoyed

At my own mistake

I went for a drive

Partly to calm down

Partly to reconnoitre 

For the following morning

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Essex and Suffolk

Nothing more than the sunrise

& the sundown & the words

Of the earth and heaven between

Except that life is a bit more complicated

Already two hundred miles from home &

A further stretch to drive this evening

There is a strong sun, in a clear blue sky

The roads are already heavy with traffic

I will do a days work,  & then go to join them

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Meal Out

It is a room of archways

Circular details, rectangular

Mirrors & windows

It is a space with chandeliers

In line with the sea, lights

Perpendicular to the horizon

It is a floor, whose boards

Run diagonal to the walls

With wood-pattern frames

It is a roof, also forestation

Hexagonal and triangular

Patterns, of polished veneer

It is one person

Sat at a table for two

Hesitating for the next word

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Gourmet & Light

I like the crispy duck

Because I like the crispy duck

I am here alone

Why else would I like the duck

I am looking forward to the chow-mien

Because I can try to use chopsticks

I am here alone

Why wouldn’t I try something new

I thought I might watch the day disappear

Because of being on the cusp

I am here alone

Why not enjoy the mysteries of dusk

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

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Workday

The five bar gate leans out and over

Pulling at the barbed wire fence; these

Are the big fields, of Norfolk & Suffolk

A lament plays on the car stereo

Good times appear to be on the water

Where was I five minutes ago

I didn’t then know

Of the garden centre cafe

And the rows and rows of weedkiller

This restaurant I have been to before

But not alone, not alone in the early evening

Before the jovial ‘out for a good time’ diners arrive

I wonder at the decor, it’s neat, professional

The whole place sparkles and appears well run

Unlike the downbeat town where I fear to walk

Yet what connects me to the orient; I have never 

Been there, I never really desired to; yet I’m eating

A chow-mien duck special, and reading Murakami

Becoming immersed in his hyper realisations

Joining him in streets, on trains, in temples

Thats as close as I’ve been; yet I’m almost ahead

This is a poem from Vagaries:

Love of The Key to Room 149

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book and audio cd from  poetryshop