Shiny trousers
Frayed cuffs
Grey stubble beard
A mind to die for
Sand specks
Call the seashore
Windless waves
Snort the breeze
Star sets unbolt
Rebuilt by moonlight
Lakeside lovers
Lay down on sleepy lanes
Shiny silky trousers
Frayed and frilly cotton cuffs
Grey with silver flecked bob-cut
A mind and a body to die for
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All day
At the showroom reception
All day
To wait for the telephone call
How many times
Can the digital desktop be tidied
How many times
Can the words of welcome be re-arranged
Powerless to touch
As the dual-carriageway traffic passes
Unable and maybe only half aware
As to any of the passing travellers dreams
How many times
Might you offer to make coffee
How many times
To pass around the Country Life magazines
All day
At the showroom reception
All day
To wait for darkness to fall
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Tree
I mean leaves in the breeze
With foliage of orange, orange and green
The rooftops lean
Lean in the style of Amsterdam
Or perhaps Düsseldorf
Or any other place you might have been
Rooftop beams
Within a hairs-breadth of perfection
Calculated to bear all the ounces
The ounces of our late night bounces
Bounces that flounce on the branches
Unfurl favourably to swirl on the roundabouts
Then to swing swimmingly along the skylines
Towards those times of our sometime chances
Tree
I mean breeze blown leaves
With foliage rested, rested from the dream
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Red brick with close cut privet hedges
A dedicated seat with a view
Of the reconstructed wooden fence
Automobiles parked and turning
I sit and listen,I listen without learning
Conifers and pines before the chimney pots
A young neat figure with dimples
Dimples and acne spots
Yellow lines beside primrose gardens
I wait my turn, say beg your pardon
Trickled smiles with comfortable sandals
I open the door and unsteadily hold
Hold the curved bold handle
Strip off; undo your shirt if you will
Boy can I feel the pulse
Breathe deep now; don’t worry, it’s just a chill
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In search of:
Well that time
back along
down along
swing along
That time
as a child
as a teenager
That time
darts and dominoes with real ale
and a charabanc to the seaside
In search of:
Well yes that time
of Albion
As a mother
With her siblings
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