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Sunday, 21 July 2019

Suite Française (Rael Jones)

Flames of letters burning
She picks remnants from the ashes
Stylus on the record-player slowly turning
His hands held out
As an invitation to dance
Piano lid suggestively opened
Might I play you something he once said
As he stared out way beyond the distance

We never talk of love in this house
We never ever talk of love
I only met my husband twice
Before we were married
Now I read that he was unfaithful
He fathered a child by another woman
Told to me within these barren letters
From those who I have come to loathe


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Saturday, 20 July 2019

Unbutton The Past, It Is The Future

I am driving by the airport now, which makes me think
Of my Friday afternoon flights to Jersey
Today there are two jets on the tarmac
Most probably bound for Amsterdam or Denmark
Or Finland; perhaps places further North, Reykjavik even

I would like to go to any of those places
I would love to have met up with you there
Or even to have taken you with me
But it wasn't to be
I did send you a postcard from Stockholm
Perhaps that is as close as we ever ought to have been

Alternatively
I would like to go to any of those places
I would love to meet up with you there
Or even to take you with me
Become closer to you than you ever might have allowed


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Friday, 19 July 2019

In The Absence Of Any Reply

It's self-defence, to be kept in my cage
As the age of uncertainty lies on the page
It sure feels good, with somewhere to go
A space to meander, with nothing to show

I've worn myself out, I've come to the end
We have no future, on that I can depend
I'm off, I am away, in search of other roles
I shall seek out a quite different stipend

I only asked you for one message
The message that you never did send
Yes I am hurting, truth cannot be denied
But I will gather myself, I will attempt to mend


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Thursday, 18 July 2019

Deranged

I gave of my best
Now I am asking for help
That is why I cried
Yes there is a sadness

A deep badness
Resident in my bones
It is a madness

To chase the recapture
Of the throne
To regain the rapture
Of laying in your bed


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Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Good

It sure feels good to talk with you today
Not that it doesn't always
But today I feel pretty good
Today I feel pretty light
The air is fresh
It isn't really too too cold
Things are good
Yes, things are good with me today


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