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Edmond Halley’s Place
A human skeleton stares
out of a second-storey window
near the Bridge of Sighs
in Oxford, listens
to the rhythmic thump
of a distant building site
and dwells on what he maybe
misheard in transit to this place.
‘When alighting, please
mind the eternal step’
or he heard it right, and
the metronomic thud is now
a soundt...
Thursday 1st August 2024 2:33 pm
FLOATING FREE
Drifting high on a gentle breeze
and grazing the tops of lofty trees,
watching below, all the people move
but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.
Floating higher and into the clouds,
the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.
Throbbing pulse of a beating heart
as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.
Looking down upon an ailing world
with colourful rags held hig...
Monday 22nd June 2015 6:27 pm
Philae Shakes The Hand Of God
Philae Shakes The Hand Of God
What is the etiquette
for shaking hands
with God?
His ancient skin
so cracked
and old.
We have travelled far
to penetrate
His hide.
The cold, dark cosmos
squeals with
indignation.
“Know your place,
you of greens
and blues”,
sing the disregarded
stars and
planets.
We pass through
the blazing tails
of comets.
We burn money
in plasm...
Wednesday 12th November 2014 7:52 pm
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