A love surpassing limits and legends

Encircled to read with goodies and poetry,

unaware of the glare in broken window,

Taps his toes at Christmas Time

watching the reindeer stagger around the garden

            drunk on mullen wine

Listen to the toe tapping grim Poetry

Woodpeckers now have all flown

In the darkness of jazz we have found our place,

FRAYED IN H...

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A scarred brain draws no pictures

The pigeon poems are multiplying

they drift on to the head

            of the Roman statue

St Paul wafts them away

            as he writes letters home

Miles Davis and Jimmy Hendrix are busking

The pigeon poems are learning to sing

A SWOOP OF BROWN AND GREY

SURVIVAL IS THE CURRENT WE MUST RIDE

PERCHED ON THE ‘E’ OF ARNDALE

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Arms wave like water twitching in a cooling kettle

Ravens hover around the side of the graveyard wondering

if Nigel will believe himself tonight

Preambulation - that coffee break before the medics set off.

Sitting in solitude on a train because the buses are on strike

Interlinked characters in the wardrobe

Trapped in their own heads the digitised claw

at the high wa...

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Over supermarket lager, pie-eyed

in badly-stained underwear

The sunflower is an explorer throwing

caution to the wind

chasing the raging fiery ball

THE TIMETABLE GLISTENS WITH CONDENSATION

Playing nude bingo at

the Police Station with Nigel

Where do all these words come from?

While watching the sunflowers grow

I got on the train with a ghost

de...

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Brixton’s Orpheus shushing me asleep all night long

Pour into infinity the ashes of me

            when this work finally sets me free

Eating sausage rolls on the train

Writing to see how naughty Nigel will get

            and whether he put on his leather skirt again

Frosted breath blows sodium gold frustration

Some day you’ll be kings and queens not beggars

Dancing o...

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In the toxic basement locked a querulous dog

tethered to a bench speaks out

Grumbling robots put washing up

liquid in Grandpa’s pipe as the

trains come & the trains go

The space between the stars

I failed my Latin exam in the high dusty hall

the guy next to me kept asking

How soon is now? and What difference does it make?

I watched the trains come, I wat...

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Bed-blocking King Duncan’s lifeless form

Kisses his lips sweaty T-shirts

Like a dandy rabbit this man once more.

What chance have we under the Dunelm Duvet

Goyt and Tame together plan the hit

on Lady of the North with a poker and coal scuttle

To remove the thorn from the flesh

of the knuckled finger-splitting hand

In a white blank room the die hard

poets r...

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If God is real he has blue blood and wears a tin star
Miles and miles of special polish slips between glory and modesty

Blue is hot and hot is cool
Not precluding the toy tin star.
Titillation...or just tits? Best not to ask...

I went to the Rio Grande a King, came back a cowhand,
         best not to know.
Crafted chords stretch for miles. Make love to my soul.
         Best not to as...

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