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Thursday 15 December 2022

There’s a gap

There’s a gap

Under the door

There’s a point

To its detection


More than a space

For the thrower

Time to anoint

A true reflection


There’s a light

On the hinge

With a reason

For further inspection


More than a beauty

With strength to singe

In this the season

Of faint intention


There’s a shadow

Of window’s lead

There’s a flower

To the true deception


More than a morning

Of bower to tread

There’s the power

Of words with correction



Wednesday 14 December 2022

By the pier

By the pier

But with no real money

So quite unable

To play the slot machines


Much then as it was

As a ten-year old

On Blackpool’s golden mile

Of penny arcades


Which in turn remind me

Of the girl who I asked to wait

at the South Shore pleasure beach

While I went back to Albert Road


Unfortunately the memory

Does not remember why I left

Or what was so god-damned important

That I needed to go and collect it



Tuesday 13 December 2022

I am the I-click Marco Polo

I am the I-click Marco Polo

Of this the open sea

I am the non-stop seagull

Confirming my territory


There is no end to my belligerence

Or my lack of dignity

Though I am thankful for the sparrow

Which appears to be on a par with me


A going nowhere Friday afternoon

Lost in that, the thoughtless haze

Of approaching rearrangements

Of that, the life as it once was known


In search of near calamity

Or for ceramics made in the rain

On the podium for past reality

With a look-out to the claim



Monday 12 December 2022

Every place has its problems

Every place has its problems

Here it's the seagulls

The walkers with their dogs

And the irregular hours

Of the drug dealers


Everywhere on earth is blighted

With one annoyance or another

Here it is the broad beam shorts

For daughters and mothers

As they lean on the railings


Every town in every county

From the north to the south

Every hope quickly becomes regret

As sad words leave the mouth

To characterise the diminished accent



Sunday 11 December 2022

Gratitude

Gratitude

Towards pigeons

And Weatherspoon’s


Bask

In September sunshine

Between the clouds


To believe

Or to not believe

In the church of the church


Who meet in cinemas

Hotels, cafés

And your house if you let them


What else to do

But to sit up straight

Think of the last few lines


Before the tide goes out

Or the floodgates

Are put in place