There was no one here
Yet quite suddenly
It is busy
There was nothing to fear
Even the past
Of dizzy Miss Lizzie
These are hill people
Hills and valleys
Grass to stream
Dry stone walls
Surround
Sheep farmers dream
Barns and bairns
At work and play
Tor-view-time
Time to redeem
Friday 6 November 2015
Thursday 5 November 2015
Someone Else’s Song
It's always somebody else's airport
That have low priced flights
It's always somebody else's parties
That party on through the nights
I wouldn't get married again she said
Not that anybody's asking
I'm still paying for the last one
He didn't leave me a goddamned thing
But I'd like a week away
Even have a bit of a fling
Have me a few glasses of sangria
Wearing loads of bling
It's always somebody else's airport
That have low priced flights
It's always somebody else's parties
That party on through the nights
That have low priced flights
It's always somebody else's parties
That party on through the nights
I wouldn't get married again she said
Not that anybody's asking
I'm still paying for the last one
He didn't leave me a goddamned thing
But I'd like a week away
Even have a bit of a fling
Have me a few glasses of sangria
Wearing loads of bling
It's always somebody else's airport
That have low priced flights
It's always somebody else's parties
That party on through the nights
Wednesday 4 November 2015
Lodge
Into the conservatory
I might spend all summer
Taking breakfast here
I watch the grass grow
Marvel at the swoop of swallows
While my compatriots take tea and toast
The orange juice chilled
The starter table filled
With champagne and cereal
Beware of golf balls says the token sign
Beneath my broken
Double glazed bedroom window
I was working for the BBC
In a sort of time and motion study role
I watched; it’s no use, I can't remember any specifics
I do recall that some things were measurable
Some stuff took just too long
So had to be bundled
I think it was all to do
With the move from London to Manchester
Although I might have worked that out later
I wish I could remember the specifics
Maybe it's something to do with me unsuccessfully
Trying to buy Freud's book on Dream Analysis!
At this time
Slower than before
Less audio interference
I might spend all summer
Taking breakfast here
I watch the grass grow
Marvel at the swoop of swallows
While my compatriots take tea and toast
The orange juice chilled
The starter table filled
With champagne and cereal
Beware of golf balls says the token sign
Beneath my broken
Double glazed bedroom window
I was working for the BBC
In a sort of time and motion study role
I watched; it’s no use, I can't remember any specifics
I do recall that some things were measurable
Some stuff took just too long
So had to be bundled
I think it was all to do
With the move from London to Manchester
Although I might have worked that out later
I wish I could remember the specifics
Maybe it's something to do with me unsuccessfully
Trying to buy Freud's book on Dream Analysis!
At this time
Slower than before
Less audio interference
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Tuesday 3 November 2015
Monday 2 November 2015
Humber; Almost
Mottled wall
Brand new car
Window with balcony railings
Sun roof & automatic
Old town; Cuba or Peru
Neapolitan auto promotion
Photographs of here and there
Shot on fine grain film
Wind blows intense
Couples stress their words
I sit in the corner seat
Tap the tiny keyboard
Go back to the past times
Think on the opposition
The support of melody
Sat way outside the cafe
Where sky and hedgerows meet
Brand new car
Window with balcony railings
Sun roof & automatic
Old town; Cuba or Peru
Neapolitan auto promotion
Photographs of here and there
Shot on fine grain film
Wind blows intense
Couples stress their words
I sit in the corner seat
Tap the tiny keyboard
Go back to the past times
Think on the opposition
The support of melody
Sat way outside the cafe
Where sky and hedgerows meet
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