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Tuesday, 19 September 2023

Innocent I

I stare in the window a gleam in my eye
Come in beckons the lady
Me innocent I
The lace is St. Lauren

The French panties would make you want to cry
I so so want to buy them
Me innocent I
The doorway is wide

No need to be scared
Come in beckons the lady, nothing to fear
The lace is authentic
The lady smiles
"Obviously for a special person”
Well now I'm talking, what do you think
In a shop full of ladies' underwear

Without a blink
Me innocent I
"If my husband bought me that

Heaven knows what I’d do"
Yes now we are talking
And there's only us two
We've moved from St. Lauren

To G.Strings and briefs
"Some people will wear them

Some people won't
What about your lady
You innocent I”


I say that you are special
That your figure is good
That you are fun to be with
Educating me, innocent see
"But are you shy and retiring

Or experimental and gay"
What! No

No, absolutely not, I say
Just a slight misunderstanding
A little laugh
"I mean outgoing, energy for life”

Yes that's right
Back on the right track

Do you think a lady

Would like to be given these I ask
"Oh yes, oh yes, absolutely"
"Especially that

That would leave her in no doubt"
No doubt as to what, I dare not ask

Well that’s it, I’ll take them
Wrap ‘em up

"Nay you'll need t’stockings an’t slip”

She smiles
“You innocent I”



Monday, 18 September 2023

Proser

Proserpine
Your words I find
In the midnight mind
Searching for a peace of kind
A solitary recitation
Escape to meditation
Walking on sands of sedimentation
From the galleries of sensation
Tortured heart
Broken soul
Bare, on the gallery wall
Pain standing ten feet tall
Your sleep
Is my sleep
Your weeping
Is what I keep



Sunday, 17 September 2023

When The Whites Of Your Eyes

When the whites of your eyes
Don't see the light of day too often
Then my friend it's time to call a halt
Yes when every waking moment
Bequeaths some form of escape
The time is nigh to seek gestalt
Each cringe of skin
Each sudden jitter
Listen
Listen good
Time to change
So how do you go, where to look
The answer is screaming
But it is within
And no more lies will help you
Begin
Of course the biggest most damaging lie

Is to oneself
But also the most easy

Until self respect returns
Clutch not onto straws
Unless to hold them in your hands
And gaze real hard
Mean something
So stare beyond the bricks and mortar
Focus your attention

On the most minuscule



Be not afraid of being misunderstood

Or of misunderstanding
Slowly now, real slow, take all of your time
Soon, soon the thinking will begin
Take a thought and write it down
Pluck another, as they race across
Your myriad of disconnections
Now mix the thoughts with pen on paper
In words, in pictures
And as you draw, as the ink flows
From those thousand instantaneous hits

Inside your head
Remember

No conception this from stimulant
No alcoholic haze, nor nicotine dullness
Just you and you
Move on, move on, still smooth, still slow
Reach your tips of toes, beyond the body
Stretch out, to your very extremities
Turn on the music, listen, listen
To just one heartbeat
Amongst those hundred-thousand

Collisions of sound
Take a colour and rub it rich
Deep into the canvas
A life in layers
Layers of golden crimson



Now pick up the silk
Soft, so so softly, stroke between
Your fingers and your thighs
This is you and only you
Alive to tactile sensory sensation
Stimulated within, within, by you
Step now, step forward, step back
Twist your toes and smile
Learn to say to say control
You may feel, if you wish
A little pleased with progress
But progress one moment only
Knowing full well this house of cards
Is not yet ready to turn to stone
So stop, stop now, and work hard
To recollect
Remember that very instant, when
You did not, would not, could not, say no
Folding, falling

For fictitious, viscous, 'freedom'
If, if only
Avoid if only
Build a test to test temptation
All the while fondling silk

And feeling good
Each and every once you see temptation

Eating at your core


Work, work with pen and paper

Work with thoughts and thoughts

Now decide, in the full light of day
And the full light of your being

Your reason, your rationale, for living
Escape if you wish
But escape to nothing
Nothing more than the oxygen 

The oxygen of you and you
Stroke the marble, marvel at the texture
Mould the ball, within your palm
Say soft words, say them slowly
Sometimes take time to contemplate
Two thoughts

Intertwined with a common bond
Molecules in mesh
Upon this creation add your idea
Try to weave your way inside
This composite, stable

Living, breathing structure
Feel, feel not for a parting
But a solid bond, a point of high energy
Waiting for your fusion
This is friendship
Here the lies are gone, and to enter
Your first pass, is with truth to yourself
Friendship is a form of magic


Conjured from the craziest calculations
Open your arms embrace, smile…

Enter



Saturday, 16 September 2023

Aye Lad

Aye lad we’re watching Coronation street
N'today on t’phone

To that Manchester lass
A sort of broad vocal happy laugh
Filled the air and filled the moment
Void of anything except innocence
Happy asking directions to deepest Devon
Aye lad, you see it’s the simple things
Simple and complete communication
Keeping speaking souls sanguine
Lately we’ve been forgetting
Later perhaps regretting
But sometimes not even that



Friday, 15 September 2023

Sculptures in Expanded Polystyrene

Art College
Art and Architecture
Young Turks
Swirling skirts
Gangster’s molls
Christmas dolls
Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac
Christine Perfect's Chicken Shack
Technical College
Engineering and electricity
Young men
Stiff shirts
Girlfriends
Sunday tea
Northern Soul
Otis Redding's Dock of the Bay
Coincide
Cross the divide
Shave the days into nights
Union bars, steel guitars
Youth in spirit
Growing apart, growing together
Amazing Blondell
Principal Edwards Magic Theatre
The textbooks bind
The engineer’s mind
Straight and true and able


Pockets full of logarithmic tables
Thermodynamically stable
Calculating the impedance of cable
Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd
Page and Plant’s Led Zeppelin
Indentured Apprentice
Golden Boy
Time off for good behaviour
Time off for inappropriate attire
Under his skin
Touching nerves so thin
Andy Fair-weather Lowe's Amen Corner
Jimi Hendrix's Experience
Days off for DJ's
Excused
Losing time falling behind
Someone has to fall away
Rising to the top
Completely unable to stop
King Crimson

In the court of the Crimson King
Stevie Wonder's Innervision
Work in figures
Work in words
Work in space
Plastic like plasticine
Sculptures


In Polyethylene paint 

David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust
Andy Warhol's New York Dolls
Working out our past times
Rationalise fates own schemes
Dreams and disappointments
Certificates and senior appointments
Work to play
Play engulfed by work
Simply Red
Van the Man
Music lover, worker, poet