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Screaming Underwater
I often scream underwater Where I cannot be heard It is a private performance In the deep end of the pool Nobody questions me As nobody shares my pain I enjoy the solitude
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I Am Marina
When I was little my favorite show was Stingray I feel in love with Marina The reason was obvious As I had seen her in La Verite and Le Mepris At my local cinema From that day forward I loved the sea And joined WASP As soon as I was old enough To do so without confusion As […]
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The Grey and The Red
The bright facade of the garage Contrasted with the slate grey sky Red Gray Gray Red Red Gray The rains were getting nearer I had little time to spare As I searched for a newspaper
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Moon Parallel Venus
As I stood at my door waiting for my cat to call I looked at the moon parallel venus parallel moon How similar they were to my nearest streetlights
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Cambridge Sisters
I have fallen for an older man An American Cop Ten years retired He does not look his age But his eyes are haunted He has seen too much Although I met him in Greece This is not a holiday romance As he has insisted on time apart So we might study our feelings I […]
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The Mouse Chronicles
STAN What’s wrong Jane I have found a mouse in the house You are a poet Jane What Mouse in the house it rhymes Fuck Off Stan Where is the mouse Jane It’s here Where is here In the humane mouse trap Wow that is a surprise as I baited it last night There was […]
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High Light (A Pugin Sunrise)
Hi Jane I trust that you are having a nice day Something very odd happened to me at Reading Station this morning As I alighted from my train I noticed a really beautiful sunrise above the Pugin church It was as I was taking a photograph that I felt an unrewarded tear run down my […]
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A meeting with my mother
I had a dreamOf seagreen lightUpon your breastAnd unto night You came to meThe door unlockedMy dream no more For you were thereAll bright with smileMy mother dressedIn seagreen lightAnd yet I seeA little while You came to meWe met a againNo words were saidFor life thereafter No longer dead CMO
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The Age of Obedient Ears
Confucius once said that a man Would have to wait until sixty years Before his ears truly obeyed him I have often thought of this Whilst hiding in the shadows Of the setting south sun
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Moon Marigold Avenue
I am walking down Moon Marigold Avenue Where on a warm summer’s afternoon Two bandits came out of the sun And needlessly opened fire on innocent civilians Amazingly nobody was killed But the milkman found a bullet lodged in the heel of his boot When he returned from his round That milkman was my father and […]