Kiss Stops And Lollipops

It is
That which we do not see
Or don’t take time
To connect with

Unable, unstable
My baby, my lady
I cradle you in my arms
I cradle you

Able to say love
Equal to any coincidence
By inference my
Intentions laid open

Only the clearest
Interpretation
My sensations caught
By shadows and sequins

Whispers
Kiss stops by the bus stops
Kiss stops and lollipops
Kiss stops, lollipops, bus stops

Love
Love, and chance, and lollipops
And by chance
She came to kiss me

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Of Passions And Pains

Juxtaposed
The grotesque
Twixt life and death

Of loss
Lost love
Of teardrops

And teardrop bottles
Uncollected
They lay beneath the Lilac Tree

Stored then, as unconscious finds
Transitory minds; the last one out
Turns off the lights

More chance than coincidence
More fiction than fate, berate
The tradition, it is then to be too late

To open the unexpected box
Either to ask the deeper question
Or to swing, as the fox by the sunlit fountain

Or fall, as did the clown, out-with
Of his crown, but weighted down
By his mountains of passions and pains

He was undone
As done
By deed, or gain, or fame, or shame

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The Whole Of Milan

I am going here
You are going there
A while ago this might not have mattered
Or at any rate
Not carried any gravitas
For lovers, washed ashore, in separate states

This is simply the grandest fruit scone
Ever placed on any triangular plate
Trig points
In a bowl of reddest
Raspberry jam
And coffee

Served
In only the way of galleries
Cafés
Grand hotels
Art Houses
And the whole of Milan

All of this
More than, or less than important
In comparison to those other ways, or at any rate
Compared to those red-letter-days
At Bureau Veritas
For lovers, washed ashore, without packing crates

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One Mile From Everywhere

One mile from anywhere
One mile from nowhere
One mile to two houses
Each with their own name
In a place also with a name
A name, and a lake
And a children's
A many children's
A many happy children's
A many happy children's garden
One mile from anywhere
One mile from nowhere
One mile from everywhere

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Before The Faculties

You wake
It is morning
The air is fresh
The cold air says
That you are alive
That your faculties are with you

That your toes
And other extremities
Have felt the iridescence of nature
Outside
Beyond the tress
And over the railway track

Where the pixies
And the piccolo's
Where the gypsies
And the gigolo's
Where the wonder-stuff
And the ticker-tape abound

You wake again
Later now
Before it was morning
Later now; before it was freshness herself
Before the cold air swept over
Before the faculties considered their curriculum

Before your toes
And other extreme deities
Impressed with your prescience of nature
Strode out from under canvas
In a clearing, on the run, always
Always on the run with the wonder-stuff

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