Art of Vacation :: Simple Form

I have been to New York

Also flown KLM to Amsterdam

I have seen Claude Monet’s Lilies

Also squared up the Piet Mondrian

I have had the stronger coffee

Also the pancake and the flan

I have beamed with sophistication

Also wandered; off-piste, off plan

I have handled crumpled banknotes

Also dope, weighed in by the gramme

I have leaned on the many bridges

Also travelled for free on the city tram

I have been your happy companion

Also spent time, simply as I am

I have dreamed of Outlook’s many colours

Also read street maps, as just the best I can

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Misfit :: Abstract Form

Byzantium, Byzantium, Byzantium

If only you knew

Either of you

If either of you knew

Of Byzantium

Our eyes are not amused

On the day of the news

Her death, her death, her death

To choose, or lose all hope, or cruise by

Byzantium

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Misfit :: Simple Form

With a rectangle and a square

The edifice was constructed

With a line and a shadow

The construction was decorated

We stand back, try to gain perspective

We close in, try to observe detail

The words are in the mother tongue

Yet we extract: A Nations History

The message was not a natural given

It is embellishment, in a place

Out of place with its surroundings

A design shipped by bankrupt people

Just as trees, without forestation

Become cluttered; they restrict

Light, and view, and growth

As do the odd buildings of the city

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Addict :: Abstract Form

A church clock chimes

Ringing ears, we continue

Our time is strewn

Only a few hours more

Yet here and now

A quiet indulgence

Sunlight; so strong

As to make a shadow

Where lead and paper meet

Away from the streets

And bars, and cars

And non-delayed gratification

From the station by

The canal, from the

Incident offered by chance

To the romance

Of beginning over

Yes, beginning again

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Addict :: Simple Form

There is both noise and dullness, brought on by the previous evening’s excess, yet almost for certain there will be no redress, for tonight, without doubt, the celebrations will continue.

Around midday, especially if the sun shines, the haze within me will begin to fade, clarity and a desire for joy will return, to both mind and body, in more or less that is, in approximately equal measure.

The treasure of this cycle is the entire collapse of willpower; without thought of recrimination we seek out a temporary elation, to chase out the long lasting doubts of a too too singular, too too restricted vision.

There is little choice, less even of weighted decision, neither either is there derision, for mostly we are in this thing together, taking onboard our fair share of the simple man’s pleasure in finding absence.

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