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The Tracks Of My Years
The Tracks Of My Years
We sat cross legged in summer dusk
A smoky haze passing through
Admired artwork airbrushed
In fantastic swirls of colour
Reading words in synchronised
Staccato with the music
Flowing from the stereo
Simpler times
Longer hair
No aching joints
I wish we could do that again
But friends disappear like exhaled smoke
And some a...
Thursday 16th June 2022 7:30 pm
A Wound That Never Heals
A Wound That Never Heals
It hurts me
when a you shaped hole
appears in the cosmos,
where there is
an absence of colour,
where the sound
scrapes along,
where the light
is masked by
dense grey mist.
That’s where
I miss you
the most.
When it rains
a greasy rain,
when the cracked bell
clangs,
when the planets
are misaligned.
...
Tuesday 26th June 2018 12:12 am
Carnations
Carnations
After the bath
she used to drag
black worms
of coal dust
from the corner
of his eyes.
He has never cried,
though sometimes -
when he thinks back -
for no apparent reason
he finds charcoal
on his cheeks.
He is clean now,
though for many years
every crease and wrinkle
on his angry forehead
was gritted with
carbon hate.
Where once stood
a newsagents
on the corn...
Friday 3rd April 2015 8:04 pm
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