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PROSE POSER

if I was offered a choice between a Ferrari

and everlasting life

that would need some careful consideration

 

      and while i'm thinking it out (hypothetically)

i'll take out my very own genie's lamp

(always a comfort in times of stress)

      rub it vigorously

      wait for results.

I mean, this comes with no strings

no after effects

and no need to change

th...

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PSYCHIC VISION

I look up through the ice

as if to paradise

      to see the moving shape entranced

      in the opening of a skater's waltz

     and the welcome dance of death.

The ice gives way

I feel the shock

      the break of day

      the deadlock of plunge

      of heart's distress.

And then I see the gash

from above

   how dark it is,

   how weak the sun

   how t...

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VOLUNTEERS

and God asked for volunteers

they went willingly

having had no previous knowledge

ultimately

it makes no difference

when the call comes

but to what

and for what -

was any of the waiting

really necessary at all?

yet the suffering and the pleasure

have given us cause

and when the lights go out

that may give us pause....

 

 

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HEADLESS CORPSE WALKING

just what we need          a headless corpse walking

our kind of man              we need people like him

to spread the message              corporate ideals done deals

we have him where we want him          the headless corpse walking.

 

Put him on a plane          to meet our clients

savvy switched in types          name tags

bifold minds          lavish kitchen diners

wi...

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WEATHER GIRL

you come on stage right

the British Isles behind you

that slightly awkward moment

when you have the monster in your reach

that blunders and thunders

regurgitating its old repertoire

new wine in old bottles

spitting, crackling piss and wind.

 

and your smile calms the whole affair down

 

I notice no changes   no grave predictions

no warnings as I watch your tiny ...

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THAT WAS THE SEVENTIES

chicken in a basket

racist jokes

      gogo dancers

      macho blokes

long haired musos

(robinson crusoes)

      smoking pot

      and drinking ouzos

flowered shirts

platform heels

      saturday nights

      jellied eels

watching the telly

with arthur and terry

      revving up the old cortina

      scrubbing it out

with toilet cleaner

sony this...

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SENTRY

gothic perpendicular

in every fine particular

      the sentry salutes death by prevention

   

an architectural statement of fine intention

 

 

crowd pleaser

sentinel standing

      praying mantis

      ready to strike

while the real invasion

creeps unseen

      keeping well clear

      of our Gracious Queen

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THE RAGBAG SHEEPDOG

a ragbag sheepdog paced the yard

      scavenging tor things to do

now that time had blurred his eye

      and blunted his gait

his hinges arthritic, this farmer's mate.

 

I began the work i'd come to perform

      pausing first to stare him out

with a pat and a cluck, then I saw the ball.

      Like him it survived, well versed    in

the bounce and the scuttling acro...

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THERE WAS A GIRL

THERE WAS  A GIRL I NEVER MET ONCE

 

IT WASN'T TO BE

 

EVIDENTLY

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HIGHGATE CEMETERY 2006

I went walking on that day

past straggling tombs

hawthorn gripped

where limestone and  marble

shot dull glances as

time had furrowed these streaking brows

     

      and steadfast pets stood proud but chipped

      to sense those long lost hearts

      and memory of owners gone ahead

      where ramblers walk among the dead.

 

Remote mausoleums, museums

of t...

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THE REFUGE OF BEAUTY

When we are troubled

we seek refuge in beauty

sanctuary in our sense of wonder

      she serves us well

      asks nothing from us

      except awareness

as against our demands

she plays her gracious card.

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LONG DISTANCE EXPRESS

in its allotted platform the train sits,

waits.

 

I stare out through hermetic glass.

 

The preparations are completed.

The guard looks to the front

past the long flanks of the thoroughbred

      steps back, the age - old green flag

      simply waved, and the peremptory

whistle blown.

 

Imperceptibly the train breathes in and moves.

Like a babe in arms I am ...

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railways

WAITING - FOR URINATION

I'M WAITING

JUST WAITING

FOR URINATION

 

THE TIME IS RIGHT

THE URGE IS RIGHT

 

BUT THE TRAIN IS

AS IT WERE

HELD UP

OUTSIDE THE STATION

 

YOUNG MEN EITHER SIDE OF ME

CONTINUE ON THEIR MERRY WAY

 

WHILE THIS OLD FELLA

WAITS FOR THE OFF

MANAGING JUST A NERVOUS COUGH

 

IMAGINING TREES AND COWS

PORCELAIN EXTRUSIONS

FOSTERING OLD YOUTHFUL IL...

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HEAR THE JAZZ

See the river ever flowing

fix your eye upon a spot

all is rush, confusion,

your brain the absorber

of water life.

 

Now hear the jazz

      the victories of tumbling

      jostling circles of light

      thoughts on fire

      desire

      without end.

 

Music's life, it's joy

water and blood the same

swapping stories of continents

subdued, all ther...

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LETTER TO THE QUEEN

Dear Queen, i'm ten years old

and I like you a lot,

and also Dear Queen

my mum is forty, she's a fan

and my dad likes Prince Phillip.

 

      My brother thinks like me

      and likes all the royal family.

      Dear Queen my cousin is twelve

      and he's also a fan

      and my sister likes Prince Harry.

 

Prince Willam and Kate are gorgeous

and quite natu...

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IF

if your life must be preserved

simply as a remnant of past glory

functioning as a recycler of food

and memory

 

if you possess no means of escape

from those who may love or hate you

or worst of all be indifferent,

or stare as if you were a shadow

without apparent form,

 

if you can be this and still keep hope

for love of a greater dream

past the stumbling blo...

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THE WARREN HOUSE INN DARTMOOR

The Warren House Inn stands with heels in the rock

winds a - weeping round its roofs

or capes of mist creeping round its solitary back

Its doors always shut for the heat shut in

with regard for the fire never quenched

and above

 

the boards as you look up

to where the tinners often wenched

the stench of labour on them

 

strange lights would play on the rotten mires

...

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THE MUSE

that courting couple in their convolution

sweet illusion and self delusion

go hand in hand

down a scented aisle

in a marriage of sweet infusion

 

such that only the initiate

can render clear their true intention

so

when the muse is strong

kiss and make up

you twins

to avert the twists

and turns

of confusion

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THE DEATH OF SWEETS

BERTIE BASSETT HAS BEEN REBORN

IN A WORLD OF LICORICE

AND I'M QUITE FORLORN

FOR THIS SWEET MAN IS EVEN SWEETER

WITH A VIRAL AFFLICTION

ON HIS DELECTATION

 

HIS COMPONENT PARTS

WERE ONCE A DELIGHT

ROUNDS AND SQUARES

AN ANSWER TO MY PRAYERS

I TRUST TO MY TASTE

BUT BERTIE'S DEBASED

 

THEY'VE FILLED HIM

FULL OF GLUCOSE SYRUP

FRUCTOSE WHY BUT THERE IT IS

...

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RAMSBOTTOM BICKERDYKE AND Co

in the winter of 62/63

Ramsbottom Bickerdyke and co

went up to the icy wastes

upon Bleath Gill

like crows to the pecking

to set the locomotives free

 

from their cotton white beds

jammed right in

those belly fires burnt right out

all in a dream of compacted snow

Ramsbottom Bickerdyke and co.

 

Yorkshiremen under leathery sky

hacked away with blistering bre...

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railways

SOME BRIGHT SPARK

some bright spark

gazed up one night

at the burgeoning stars

ignoring the planets of

venus and mars

      His thoughts went further afield

      that night

      never one to limit himself

      he schemed and dreamed

      that his future was bright

with a sweep of his hand

he conceived a plan

audacious and simple

and stunningly grand

      a thousand or ...

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SHE KNOWS HIS WANTS

She knows his wants his dearest dreams

but she may not be quite all she seems

as nestles he into her seat

and turns the key to generate heat

the pulsing pistons tight in thrall

his life is here       the car is all.

 

      A mile away a local whore

      is entering her four by four

     

      as she nestles behind the wheel

      who knows how good that makes he...

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DUVET NIGHTS

At certain times in a lady's head

comes the thought of the marital bed

in particular its surface cover

with little concern for the resident lover.

 

The heavy blankets have long marched off

to Eastern Europe and the terminal cough

instead an invader has smugly arrived

the ubiquitous DUVET, from misery derived.

 

Soon in place on its king size bed

(its password is T...

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