the tracts where sleep ran 

ducts thru navel 

smoky rivers, freshly stained 

while we wait, fidgeting in a

 too-big waiting room 

too big for just the two of us 

too small for all the thoughts 

too small

for the silence . 

 

it smells like a barber shop 

and the fixtures buzz idly 

bright, but flickering 

and I remember that 

you can't smoke in public anym...

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I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as t...

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bragging about them is natural

my main bedroom is enormous

or, you should see our kitchen

you've never heard such a fuss

 

the living-room where gran died

private places for lovers' trysts,

modern caves instead of holes

in hill-sides wreathed in mists

 

civilised now, flock wall-papered

aertexed ceilings, marble floors,

don't omit that prerequisite, an

exquis...

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four walls

 

lying

thinking in the dark

 

four walls do not

make a room

 

a room needs a floor

and ceiling

 

four walls

a ceiling

and a floor

 

four walls with no door

can keep others out

but keep you in

 

a door

an invitation in

or

an exit out

 

try to decide

which is best

 

door or

no door

 

or roll ov...

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On the empty wall of my room

I think I'll put a picture of the rain. --

 

Hitting the ground,

And getting up to ankles,

 

The rain will be wetting my socks

And trousers from below;

 

Then my eyes will follow

Roof-edges,

Streets,

Sidewalks,

...tick, tick, tick...

Everything in the picture,

 

Until catching a black brolly,

And the shiny enamel shoes...

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  Quietly, she spoke of tea, toast, the after smell of cigars,
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.

It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.

Words, like s...

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ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE

 

Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.

The telly is on but the sound is off,

All About Eve plays on the stereo,

soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.

The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter

as here it is timeless.

Bev drinks a glass of wine

while I have the rest of the bottle

and a full bottle of Thunderbirds.

...

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