Eight O’Clock Rock

Sat on Herons Reach

Before I ever used the word twilight

A place away from my own place

With the sounds, with the rhythms

Of other peoples melancholy

Just to get me in the mood

Before I unroll a paper canvas

Before I open a pack of pastels

Before I retune the car stereo

& think about the lines of love

Later, around midnight; late night radio

My words moved from thought to thought

Heavens above this could be heaven, for

All of the time we have before departure

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Timetabled

Geometric shapes

Forged

Language

Pummelled & beaten

Silences

Whispered over the heads of corn

Take me there again

To where the light of time is lifted

Away from the lonely

Where what is maybe mine is gifted

Local

Somehow global

Revolving doors

Revolve

Noises

Shout across the crowded room

Let me escape

For certain as a polygon would

Eventually as only

A once regular theorem could

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Ears And Explorations

On the one line

A long path

Break it up

Break it up

Break it up

A longer story

Of shorter lines

No thoughts thought

Of dissimilar paths

Those ringing sounds of closing down

Traffic moves along the tidal causeway

Winds and rooks and once good looks

Those ringing sounds of closing down

On the one line

A long path

Break it up

Break it up

Break it up

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Irksome I: A Review

Breakfast was cold

It suited the cold stories

I came for poetry

My mistake

This was more like

A chilled

Thriller writers exposé

Dan and Ruth led off

Pouring scorn

On our lack of knowing -

The pictures all hung square

Most people had been last year

I won’t be back; the breakfast was old

& it suited their over told stories

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Den

Harvest time; first we piled the bales high

On the trailer, carted them from field to barn

Sons of farmers and village urchins we became architects

Future participants perhaps for Kevin’s Grand Designs

The main space was deep inside the piled bales

The entrances, and exits, had twists and turns

Part to keep people from knowing of our secret den

Part, as Jenny says ‘to secretly discover our sexual selves’

As the winter wore on, and the cattle needed feeding

Our den was dismantled; bale by bale, day by day

First the entrance, then the exit, then the small

Cavern, which had been immense, with boys laughter

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