Two-Handed Shuffle

A night of cards

Old rules, once forgotten

Brought easily back to life

A clear leader emerges

He succeeds, despite the wilful

Acts of his friends & compatriots

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Splash

Half dark, half light

Enough of doubt

For your silhouette

To dance, unknowingly

Through the shadows

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Black and White

The arched palm sways; again it says I am triumphant

As if, within itself, it has found the very essence of flexibility

Such as aimed at by architects 

& constructors of the worlds finest

Bridges & most modernist recreational houses

Messages, airborne communications, indiscernible

To the discerning holidaymaker

Late afternoon; altogether warm

A wind that whistles

As though thoroughly broken teeth

The mosquito follows its own unique & clearly

Discernible, rite of passage

A wind that crosses itself

As though a fresh new pop star

On that Apple Studios zebra crossing

What then the consequences of an all out attack

On the inflexible sources of irritation

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Forget Me Knots

Red tips of the strawberry boy

Serenade the fated rose

Her petals all but discarded

Her flourish of second youth

Heads towards a certain

And finitely definable end

It is evening

Early evening I grant you

But still evening all the same

The days wind has blown itself out

& the swimming pool surface is so settled

That the laburnum now reflects my true colours

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It is Sunday

Not yet night

Not much to do

No rush to do it

Empty beer bottles roll across the tiles

Roll into & under

The discarded laid back sun loungers

The last waft of sweet music

On the breeze of sweeter marijuana

Seems a substantially long time ago

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