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Hats off to the 60s: December 2015 Collage Poem

Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

 

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

 

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

 

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones are sex...

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Hats off to the 60s

 

Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

 

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

 

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

 

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones ar...

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November Collage Poem: Smoke

 

Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,

Got to be cocks and screwdrivers

Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises

 

Policies of strange girls from Blackpool

and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge

 

Lumps of snot tubes or mask

Red sore skin rubbed to rust

 

We meet in hospital corridors,

Platforms of abandoned train stations

 

It was 50 yea...

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August Collage Poem: Making Poetic Hay

 

A caged bird in Wetherspoon's

Flashing jazz through messy mental maps

On skull-grey stepped buildings

Where books and more books glimpse

of measured escape

 

Over corridors blocking ways out

edited down stopping feelings

of revenge pleading eases

enchanted in a warped love

 

Messy murder, mental madness

Who is free and who is caged?

 

Too many hang-up...

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Heart of Stockport I

 

M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp

Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,

Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now

Not too deep

 

Just like Concorde passing over

the viaduct with its engine vibrating

on the tracks

I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?

 

The naked road is rusting away

I follow the arterial route to your heart

Gia...

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Easter WoL Collage Poem

 

A riotous toast to Queen Victoria

the lighter the better, under the table

black dagger stabs my heart

 

Oh! To be in Anglesea;

so beautiful - 

death, rape, law, sacrifice. The more things change...

 

And still the penny rolls like a sunset

cascading what it simply used to mean.

We worry not, for our lady still holds

the sky whilst she sings.

 

The anxiou...

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