Pressure

Junior school play
Junior school trips
Some are very organised
Some lack of spontaneity

Meet here
Meet there
Set off at six
Be ready for eight
Open the door
Close the gate

The dream stayed in perspiration
The dream stayed in the hall
Occasional signs sought out desperation
Fears all, that together we, could fail or fall

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Joy du Voyage

Enchanting evening sky
Smooth silk cloud morning
All the while cappuccino to go
Miles of road ahead

High kicking truck-drivers
At the service-station
Cash machine

Voluptuous young lasses
With easy to be happy boyfriends
Articulated in tow

Is there more air
Or is there more sun
Is it the magnetic salt waters
That makes me think life is such fun

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Breathing

In extremis
Lust after your voice
Urge, for your written word
Sunk by the thought of a smile
Sallied forth into that nightmare
Of the breath from nowhere at all

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North West of East Hewish

Leave behind the blue sky
Leave behind the distant flame
Leave behind the rose-tinted spectacles
Strike out for the open road
Let the rarefied country air
Flow through your nostrils

By way of escape
Give time to the imagination
Do not berate the Italian man
Who sold you half-cooked chips
See all nutrition as of some value
Treat all people as with love

Look out towards that distant land
Look out across the bridge slung water
Look out, for tomorrow is a Friday
Blue skies will return
With an impressionist's accomplice
Rolled up, flame-red, magnificent setting sun

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Address

Mist hides the field head road
It lies in wait
For spring sunshine to burn it away

Freudian slip, as sixty-four degrees beckon
Freudian, Jungian; all the friends
Who have relationships with the psyche

The partridge picks away at the rape-seed
Oblivious to psychology and its drivers
Prone only to the trigger of instinct

Yet, what seems to be his best friend
(I always see them together)
Is a bird of such fine and loud plumage

Much as I, as a teenager
Wearing lime-green pantaloons
Backcombed auburn hair

Under a mauve fedora
Left the family home
At forty-one Field Head Road

I hitch-hiked
To my first ever music festival
On an island of music, and intimate love

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