Savour

The only thing
Which is either deep
Or significant
In that last but one piece

Are the sloping margins
Which I believe are there through
A potent mixture
Of doubt plus a pinch of ecstasy

Doubt; because it was
Because it is, because
It most certainly may be, because
Most likely, it always bloody well will be

Ecstasy
Well once you have been there
You have been there haven’t you
No more to say than that

Oh what a mixture though
A veritable bacon and brown sauce of a taste
A definitive modus operandi
For the blessed as also for the cursed

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Carpet Covered With Flies

The fly disturbs the silence
More so
Now that the fan of the fire
Is no more

The two minds of the mind
Claim the silence
One is ok with solemnity
One is not so so sure

The curtains are closed
Closing the window
Cuts out the wind noise
A giant spider appears

It raises within me
Such hypersensitivity
That I now hear music
As if in the very walls

As if also out in the dead of night
Did then the spider eat the fly
Or did it die
As all of those others had before it

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Obligations

A rugby match
Between Exeter
And some place in France
A wild windy Saturday
When the English
Were expected to win

I did go to a game in Bodmin
Or was it Truro
Something to do with work
Corporate entertainment
Turning out to support the cause
I think you stayed home

Which maybe
Is where you are now
Although you too
Could be turning out
Also for the cause
As you might well say

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Be

The enclosures of silence
Umpteen walls, floors
Doors, corridors
Take us to and from
The rooms of solemn being

It is dusk as I walk
From the restaurant
Where they have wi-fi access
Why in this half-light
Do I feel so empowered

So smitten
By the castle like stone
As if I was
In that other-worldly place
Of all knowing, of all being

Ever so serious
In a space I call:
Peace, truth, beauty, love
For I know
No better words

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Limerence

I don’t ever let go
Neither will I on this day
Saturday night is alright for dancing
As they say
Down down, deeper and down
Beyond the fires flickering flame
Further even than the howling wind
Closer up than the lead on the windows

Tip tap goes the snapped glass
Pass yourself off as a lover do you
The one-time mother of intervention
Sense all of what it is which I sense I say
Turn over a new leaf
That last fallen leaf of autumn
Snatch the glory from the thief
With the intensity of such fond found belief

I would have asked, but didn’t
For fear of what we now call rejection
Such attention which overcomes
With howls, with tears, with despair
I do hope to explain, in the coming days
I have brought a book to help me
Yet, in this moment, or so it seems
We are the first case study

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