On Stage Now

Jazz, blown here through the backstreets

A raconteur who reels out the endless reams

Poet, painter, philanderer, a portent raised

In the endless fight against ubiquitous ubiquity

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GM

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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New Job

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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Truss

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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James Street Family Practice

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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