The Mayfly Dance

It snowed on Christmas Eve

Nineteen Seventy Six

But that was later.

Earlier we had all met up

In our favourite student pub

Everyone under age and eager

The girls in cheesecloth shirts

And tight fitting Levis

The boys sporting long hair and moustaches

We didn’t look Seventeen

As we chose the jukebox plays

Of Zeppelin, Skynyrd ...

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Xenophobe

centuries turn

witches burn

mantra

monsters

under the bed

home is where

the heart is

not like me

me not like

trolls

under bridges

bogeyman

is gonna get ya

spreading

like a virus

mantra

monsters

in my head

trolls

in the darkness

bogeyman

is gonna get ya

home is where

the hurt is

attacking

healthy

white c...

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A Pointy Reckoning

She had blonde hair

and beautiful, blue, eyes

and these were far more

Innocent times.

Comprehensive,

seventy six,

before we left

for adulthood.

I was seventeen

and made to look fifty,

she was a year younger

and made to look black.

In a school

in West Yorkshire

we had no black girls

in the sixth form

and the only w...

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