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Stockport WoL March 2023 Collage Poem: 'Secret Code'
A trawl of brawling sailors drown
The captain’s thundercloud
A writer’s hat that lights
Up in the dark
The flash of a photographer’s eyes
The eternal exhibition of white walls
Lines of lamplights on the edge of a field
Stand vigil for sodden sheep
Seven seconds after hours
Too many ghost faces
Prayers in eternity ...
Friday 10th March 2023 3:34 pm
March 2021 Collage Poem: Velvet Saboteurs
Change rooms, change behaviour, change times.
Change partners, change parents, change poetic style.
The diary under my bed reveals truth but I still ebb away before your eyes
From the shadows she whispered,
Power proliferates, changing buses, changing lives,
Running away from somebody else’s husband
Profiteroles? I love profiteroles said Chaucer but I can't spell it.
Asking myself wha...
Tuesday 9th March 2021 1:07 pm
March Lockdown Collage Poem
Dreading the task of a thousand spots
Lost worlds now more than just regrets or soiled paths not taken
Walking through life with coke, crack, and endless possibilities.
In the amber of panic a book of hauntology is born
The biggest April fools prank ever
Miniature portraits of a poetic diaspora under curfew still deliver haunting lines
Gaining a better view at the edge of the world
Ta...
Friday 3rd April 2020 1:48 pm
March 2020 Collage Poem: There’s a Rumour Going Round that Street
Righteous and correct, the clown wilts
Rumour has it I saw someone in costume
From a magazine advertising hard goods.
It’s left my heads in bolts and screwed up.
Unlock my imagination.
No you can’t have a pancake: it’s Saturday!
Run your fingers through the rubble
At the altar of vengeance
Rumour has it, God is forgotten and pancakes need Nutella.
...Tuesday 10th March 2020 11:33 am
March 2019 Collage Poem - 'In the Wardrobe'
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Brooks look-a-like
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Dead bodie...
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
Exile - March Collage Poem
Three two one and the bullets are all gone.
Sunday 15th March 2015 10:32 am
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