Room 29

His text message wakes me
Unusual for him to be unsure
Yet I do know that attribute
To be deeply embedded
In the family genes

Unusual too that he should ask me
To meet his friend, to go for lunch

Where does the guy who waits tables live
In this upbeat town of mobile high achievers
Where too the Pacamac clad cheerful youth
Who talks to himself as he gathers the litter

In the picture there is not one physical soul
The yellow orange sky cast shadows on peaks
The sea is more energetic than at peace
Its soul being some place deep embedded

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Quaffing Times

Pizza with spring duck topping

Finest draught Peroni

The music is a bit ropey

But there is football on TV

& I am reminded

Of the seaside bar in St Ives

With Kate

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Crossword

Close fitted, bespoke

A good cloth

Stretched across

A sound back

But what of his mind

Head bowed as it is

Silver grey hair

Weight of wisdom

Yesterday, in his Bermuda shorts

With the blonde haired girl from Virginia

They climbed the steps to the Buddhist temple

But today it is his, yours, and my, Monday

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Ancient Night

To say, with a slant how easily the ink flows
In time with Bodhrán, in tune with trembled lute

To kick step
Back on to the straight and varied
No room here for lust or love
No courtship of free-flowing
Nor frozen memories

At that the song ends
Its partner takes to the dance floor
Slow steps
Lithesome glides
Sunlight of shadow

Her voice enters; how not to give
Having, as you have, given all before

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I Or Almost Or I

I make this mark as a way to begin

A doorway through which to enter

The music is vaguely religious

With deep, folk-root, overtones

The heavy curtains are drawn

Spotlights cast long shadows

I have read from Edgelands; learnt of an artist by the name Chell of who might well have captured the verges that I hoped to draw, or write of

I have read from Falling Upward of the two halves of life; reflected on my strong similarities to the failings of others on the road to maturity

Before the fever takes hold

As I fear the fever no doubt will

I stretch full to say ‘then take me’

To write as would a man possessed

I make this mark as a way to end

A doorway through which to depart

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