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Sunday, 15 February 2015

On Rising Early At Southwold

No gentle lap of wave
Not in this town
Of rebuilt choynes and
Early morning road-sweepers

Hard to pick out one crash
Amongst the relentless onslaught
A sea angered by the southerly winds
A noise as much as any other noise

Easier to dwell on the sunlight
Dancing upon the piers tall pillars
Easier, to think of you, asleep
As I crept out of the bedroom window


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Saturday, 14 February 2015

Symbolic Of

There it goes
Nothing
Absolute zero
Diddley-Squat
We've reached the bottom of the hill
Found the end of the natural curve of statistical decay

There it goes
Kiss
On the seat
Name on the pier
Piss against the wind, towards the dark waves
Found on the end of the nameless progression of horizons


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Friday, 13 February 2015

Still Life

Sat at the picture window
Studying books of Beardsley's art 
& Rembrant's bulbous self portraits

Thought old age led me to forget
Road maps, place names, guides
Or even more meaningful directions

Though all made easier by your laughter
My odd socks chosen not by design
But by dotage, or better still by happenstance


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Thursday, 12 February 2015

Level Ground

When I discarded everything
I did not discard the watch
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Shock proof
The watch reminded me of you

Rooks move across the field
Gathered in rows & columns
Step-up
Step-back
The knack of it
Order not to be abused

When I distanced everything
I did it wearing these shoes
Torn-thin
Thin-torn
Worn through
The shoes reminded me of you

Rooks in flight, in flock
Swirls, loops of engagement
Roost, rabbit
Rabbit, roost
The truth of it
Absence of the sullen bruise


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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Glimpse

I won't ever see you again
I don't honestly know that I saw you before

Breast, free of brassiere
Impeached by a tee-shirt
Assisted by a low-cut cardigan

Half a globe of silicone gel
Impressed
Half a bowl of wobbly jelly
Held steady

The train is due around mid-day, as always
It will arrive, it will depart

Petit athletic frame
Yet in no small way at all
Elegant, fluid, erect

Half a mind to call and say
Expressed
Half a kind of love
Warm, ready


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