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Imagine

Carrying around two vinyl records

In a plastic case just four inch long

And half an inch wide

How good would that be?

Sitting

at a hi-tech record player

that lets you copy the sounds you hear

and with the subtle use of ‘PAUSE’

transfer onto a compilation tape.

Saturdays

Moving from format to format

The highlights of a dozen albums

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Those love letters from the seventies

I could not bear to read again

and could not bear to throw

Those airmail forms

those tortured lonely twelve page laments

that I read and read so many times

in my cabin off Cape Town,

in Melbourne and Sydney:

So many words

So  much love

But in the end

They were just ash

And I scattered them

Ashes to her ashe...

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My Love,

Wanting to be nearer to you

I am writing you

That we might walk at a distance

It is my request

That each word on the page might hold you

(As I have held you)

I write them longing to be in your hold (your occupation)

Where we might breathe a placited, beautiful sigh - or two

Carefully I commission each word to the page

That they might be the ar...

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Waiting For Miss Write.

“I like you”, I said,

without the need for thumbs pointing to the sky.

She smiled, a beautiful smile.

Her face unlike a circle with U lips.

We parted on a kiss

that had nothing to do with sex or X.

Promising that we’d talk again

later in the week.

The phone box on the corner

wasn’t mobile - so I was.

I walked ...

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