Endless complications
Wordless conversations
Forgotten combinations
Splendid isolations
Removed from all temptations
Distance dulled sensations
No communiqué or revelations
Dependant isolations
Craving recreations
Return on base to stations
A pairing of incantations
A wasted life of separations
Its been four months of poems
Since she asked me to be going
That’s long enough for other stuff
To take me off and trawling
So what stops you lad, what drives you mad
What holds you back, from your oats a sowing
Well if that I knew, in this endless stew
I would have ended by forgoing
I’ll think of her more than I can thank her
My minds been like a canker
I’ve walked along the waters edge
I’ve trod my footsteps in the sand to pledge
So stay awhile
Beneath this summer smile
Observe these soaring cliffs
Beneath of which I sit to sift
Soliloquy or fast
Passed places ever last
Moss and luxurious lichen
Waters from the kitchen
Its fibered growth turns grumbling rocks
In to the colours of Celtic summer frocks
Sand, and sand, through twisted toes does tumble
Grains to maintain this odd refrain so humble
Again sustained by summer’s sun
Upon which I sure must not stumble
Time to dwell
My words to tell
Caught in the spell
Of lines that rhyme
Or don’t
Or won’t
Pubic roots
And pheasant shoots
You can see
To where my mind is sinking
Or can’t
Or shan’t
Baby belle
And pelvic swell
It’s lust not love
I’m drinking
Or what
To trot out
Doing the Japanese
No time to please
Just point and click
And move on quick
Megabytes of memory
Seminar and plenary
Twenty first third century
Moving on past sensory
Cease the moment
Not the picture
Photographic truth
Not a pixel richer
