Trains And Thoughts And Dames

I woke at six to be with you

To be with you in spirit

In spirit as you travelled

Travelled to your friends

I woke fair slow to leave

To leave the dreams of you

Dreams of you quietly giving me

Giving me your telephone number

I could call

I could text

We could engage

In simple conversation

For after all

Whatever’s next

If all we maintain

Is self preservation

Home at seven to write of you

To write of you on your cold 

On your cold dark journey

From seven to eleven quite how to say to you

Quite how to say to you, thanks for giving me

Thanks for giving me your telephone number

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Forgetful

Free from intrusion

Able to write

Read

Listen

Take myself off

Into that other place

A journey

Eased by welcome

Eyes closed

Posture restful

Spreadeagled

Without defence

Warm paths

Just before autumn

The love of I love you

On sand and...no

I cannot bring

The word to mind

This happens

More often now

If only the Machair scanned

That would have got me off the hook

...flotsam ...jetsam ...surf

...shingle

Grass or pampas, pray please help me

It was all along the five mile road

Between tar-macadam and sea

The dunes, yes that’s it, the dunes

Don’t you remember

I ran down them and fell

I was totally exhilarated

Some called it love

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Yin And Yang

All because it was unexpected

Yet already I was in the frame of mind

Up for it some would say

A good way from the karma

All pathways to the Dalai Lama

Frayed, frozen, certainly broken

All because the response was quicker than instant

Words chosen for their turgid and heavy emphasis

Pouring scorn on the non-expectant

A good way from the laughter

All pathways to the light of heart

Closed off, blocked, impertinently unspoken

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We Have Someone To Do That

It is, calm

There it is, minus calm

Between the two

There is no continuum

What is broken

What might be repaired

Between the two

Some kind of officium

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Frozen Out

It is a low-cut Sunday

The newly slung autumn sun

Floods the stubble with its orange light

The fields, once fresh with crop

Are shorn; for the winter, for the plough

As lovers we slept

Under Egyptian cotton sheets

The dreams though, soon to be abridged

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