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Rooftop Reverie
The sweetest memories hang
like negatives
in the dark room of my mind
I develop them occasionally
picturing again
more exciting times
Yellows and browns begin to wash
across the leaves outside my window
I haven’t seen you in the flesh
since those shoots were new
it feels so long ago
We ran through those streets
as if we owned them
spinning endlessly from bar to bar
from joke to ...
Thursday 1st October 2020 5:06 pm
Crooked Café
I used to hate this part of town
After London
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
gives u...
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
At Dream's End
At dream’s end
we let the water flow
accepting
resolved
At dream’s end
loosening our grip
hold the best bits
release the scenes that never came
I imagined endless parties
some intangible heart that I could puncture
I imagined so much more
turns out it’s just another place
moving at a heightened pace
Now I sit quietly
by the chequered flag
grateful to have run
chest heaving
...
Monday 6th May 2019 11:45 am
Letter From The Lake
Dear friend
a sigh is leaving me
I can concentrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
hypnotising me
I feel freer now than ever
more than I did back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed searching for air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed was waiting
head cocked ...
Monday 4th March 2019 7:47 am
A Little Place I Know...
We all hate the government
but what can you do
just drink in the evening sun
talking with old friends
A little place I know
when our graft is done
we go…
Cobbled streets, thin passageways
snaking pipes embrace the buildings
in the shadow cast by evening sun
standing with good friends
A little place I know
let’s grab a bus
and go…
Who voted 'leave', not one man here
I'll sta...
Saturday 20th August 2016 12:18 am
Can You Hear The People Sing?
They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unites us all
...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
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