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Thoughts of Lime Trees in October
Dour autumn clouds you have followed the east winds again My county now rests quietly under your bleak blanket Do not seek the summer sisters For they no longer reside with me They now jest playfully amongst the most southerly of lime trees And will not return
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Toward the Brewery
Three years ago on the anniversary of my birth two lorries from my favourite haulage company passed the brewery Today a heavy grey plane flying quite low banked and landed in a grand manner The platanus trees next to the bus stop assured me that this was quite a regular occurrence Devizes October 2016 […]
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O’ Superman
The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces The Spring is collecting Yellow pieces Yellow pieces I had a song in my head I could not identify the tune That morning when walking towards the railway station I found a rabbit in a distressed state The creature was confused but was not alarmed by the […]
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Billy Ocean
I was painting an icon On the base of a matchbox When the Bishop’s wife passed me by She was listening quietly to Billy Ocean And was complaining sadly About the laws of motion Her husband’s faith And my unseen devotion This short poem now resides in a small plastic bag placed under a […]
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Travelling Into the Void
I was made redundant today after twenty years with the same company and am travelling on a later train feeling rather sad A hoodie is playing his rap music loudly to the displeasure of others in the crowded carriage Nobody challenges him I wish I had a Bowie Knife so that I could cut his […]
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Cortez is Coming
The diplomat’s daughter was tied to a chair in the basement of a house in Oud-Zuid He blindfold was removed and a mobile phone was thrust into her face Explain our terms to your father fair one The girl spoke in Spanish but did not betray distress What did you say? I asked him if […]
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The Conditions of the Moon
We had tied the banker to the high wooden chair His PA was strapped to the bed Both were gagged But we were treating them well During a meal break the Banker asked us whether we were going to kill him But I did not answer as the moon had remained silent His PA was […]
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AW Compiled my Index
You did well my friend You are my butterfly It was the sixth day of my visit to Florence As normal Doris met me promptly at ten She had been a member of the Baader-Meinhof Group for many years Her pale features betrayed the time that she had spent in prison With Rudolf Hess and […]
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Pedestrian
Before you left I painted your features on a brown paper bag You were to wear this as a disguise All assassins are disguised In one way or another It is the first rule of their profession
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Truck Stop Professor
I am a truck stop whore This is a fact I am also a professor of mathematics at a prestigious redbrick university I adore the perfumes of the human body and often do not shower for days before I lecture hoping that my students will share my odours What is sex without odours? I always […]