Praxitella

Praxitella, ample fella, dynamist
Kissed by your own imagination
Kissed as a mistress
Kissed by your monumental sculptor
Beyond existence, enlisted
All fingers and fisted
Your picture is a writer
Your writer is a picture
No wonder that you missed her
Kissed her like a sister
Realism on society’s cubist blister
But the lines they would not

And could not go away
The lipstick, the saddened eyes
The emphasised thighs and steely wrists
Enlisted gestures

And so so suddenly to be kissed
How much you must have missed her

Hair cropped and shaped
From some pyramid picture
No joy portrayed
Whoever the Lear that kissed her
Tapping of the finger
Splinter in the Wyndham
My he almost missed her
Looking for her sister
Now you sit
Between the Dance Club
And Christ’s Entry into Jerusalem
Praxitella
Were you invaded, persuaded

Even confiscated
On Jacob Kramer’s Day

‘The Day of Atonement’

 

Anew: A long time ago

Saturday morning

White washing, sharp frost

Clear blue sky
Beginning of a new beauty
Doing, leading to being

Being of a new beauty
Change of font and change of style
Chance grasped, exploration espoused
Coming to calm, walking to warm
Loving the platinum gold sunlight
Melting the bright white dewdrops
Saturday morning awaking to awakening
Smiling, a chuckle from within escaping
Joys of journeys through minds past
Change of tone and change of context
Glance clasped, interpolation allowed
Coming to calm, caressing the air
Lullaby of birdsong
Fresh new day, fresh new way

 

Hold Her Tight

Midsummer motorbikes
Leather and lace
Chasing the pace
Gliding with grace
Race, after race, after race
Gearbox grinds
Castrol GTX
Accept nothing less
Speed to excess
In your leather gear

And your carbon head-dress
Donnington to Daytona
Meet the world's best
Taking the test
Over the crest
Bury the rest
James dean
Barry sheen
Silver screen
Racing machine
Living the dream
Ride on Easy Rider
Remember Harley Davison days
Long hot rides
Long hot lays
The devil blindfolds those who play
Early start
Kerb-cracking summer sunrise
Engines overheating
Fear of missing the meeting
Why do you deserve mistreating
I love my girl
I treat her right
She holds me tight
A pillion passenger’s pure delight
Wind-warm day

Sexy steamy night
Rock and roll
Hells angel's caress
Honda Gold Wing riders overdress
First place is a short lived success
He passed the rest

With the yellow flag flying
The Jagger of a rolling stone
Inside the Sunday supplement
Sixty years of engaging entertainment
More than once

Against the wall with Marianne
Just like sussy pussy

Stood proud outside the winner's Caravan
Dawn to dusk
Bitches and biking
The circus stalls
The chequered flag falls
Another year of mustard memories
Astride the night
Revelations in sight
Roaring and scoring
Sensual summer sojourn
Easy as the aura adorned

Two hundred miles an hour
Re-live the heroes
Beneath the wires and the crows
Faster than the speed-cam carrier
Once more then you'll marry her
Into the garage, in the half-light
It's an awful long time since midnight
You hug and you hold yourself tight
If you pinch you just might
Believe it, you've been, you've seen

You've gone and got insight

 

Sputnik

The Navigation Arms
Let loose your senses
Release your defences, of navigation
Nicotine amber and creamy stout
Blackcurrant, cider, scallywags about
Mingling in with the inn crowd
Sing along, now sing along for Tom Dowd
Unsteadily stepping on the pebble shore
Pause, for a wee under the balustrade
Heads already beginning to thicken
Slowly breathing

Breathing completely clean, seaside air
In the distance, listen

The screams of delight
Shivering and shaken

Shaken out of the moonlight
Beach night, moonlight

Starlight, summer site
Listen to the screams

The screams of delight
Branscombe Beer, Plymouth Gin

Sip the gin and tonic
Only human, this is no Sputnik, Brojnic
Back in this room, been here before
Eiderdown, radio, worn out floor
No one rings tonight, no one ever does
Words arise from below
Conversing, wandering, escaping
Philandering along the promenades
Planning permissions

Applied for
To turn it into flats
The locals complain
Out loud, but they have, have they
They have never stayed here
Never crossed the threshold
Into this ancient decaying

Dilapidated space
Some say they’re business folk that run it
In it for what they can get out
But In fact that’s why I stay here
Not to be distracted

But to feel the man, feel the man
It’s closing time at the Navigation
To close this page of history
Close this page so slowly
Navigation; you are

You are, localised folklore

 

Dust To Dust

Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Seeing straight through
The soles of my shoes
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Another Quay
Another, other time
Seeing beyond youth’s truth
The midlife, in life, so say sayer-sooth
Another, another Quay
Journeys, journey’s lost in time
A glimpse behind the shoulder
Silk scarf swirling in the breeze
Laughter passing by there
Friends with all she meets
Perhaps she will look this way
Maybe

Maybe she just might

Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Sand dunes
Journey's lost in time
Way down there, by the waltzer
Cheesecloth, crumbs of cheesecake
Taffeta, shiny glowing toffee apples
Joy, unadorned and candy-floss
Perhaps she will look this way
Maybe

Maybe she just might
Sand dunes
Forgotten tunes
Remaindered runes
Stillness soon
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Sand dunes
Journey’s lost in time