Foot-Path

She likes a cause

You, you don't get too het up

This time it's making the town

A car free zone

All this because

She had to step into the road

To let a motobility scooter

Scoot by

Her first post, on Street Life

It was the hit of the week

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Flambe

I was with my two brothers, we were in a 'all you can eat for ten dollars' American diner.

We were sat downstairs, but the food and drinks were served over three floors, so we had a lot of stairs to climb up, and down.

On the top floor there was a long open wall, with clear views to the sky beyond.

There were three jet-black clouds, like bulbous distorted giant balloons, filled with cephalopod excrement, as though the Rorschach ink blots had all at once come to life.

My younger brother said he couldn't drink, not in his condition.

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Apart

To walk and breathe
To believe in love
Same as it ever was

In the time it takes to leave
To the grief of morning
Before the world began

Down the drove road
Over the railway crossing
A family gathered

To hope for relief
However brief and fleeting
In the silence, in the meeting

Forgive, forget, retrieve
Once more to receive their love
Before the end of time


For Nathan & Sian

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Timing

Would I catch the train
I was gathering things off the floor outside my hotel room
They were mixed up, with an older ladies possessions
It was 9:05, the train departed at 9:25

I had been to the station earlier
But I realised I had left my luggage behind
I was wandering about the station
Trying to find the Northbound platform

Back at the hotel it seemed as though my room had moved
Although earlier in the week
I had to ask for directions to room 516; it was a big hotel
The Grand, or similar; at the seaside, maybe Brighton

I don't know what I had been doing there
I don't really know of anyone else featuring in the dream
That is other than the old lady
Whose clothes, were completely mixed up with mine

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Vacate

Do you know how good it feels
To have this day off from work
To sit at the breakfast table without a care

To look out
Onto the still and settled
Trees of Autumn

Faintly wetted
By the drops of morning dew
Gathered from the light mist

Last night you spoke of rising early
To capture the cloud covered valleys
With protruding treetops

Those words chosen, and spoken
On our way to see our friends Kinfolk play
Their music, at the White Hart in Tetford

We drove past the Youth Hostel at Woody's Top
That was the venue for a writers retreat, a few years ago
It is hazy now, the good memories are almost a dream

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