in my cupboards

skeletons hang

still mouths strangers to the songs they sang

I take them out

bone-dry and hoar

wan skulls shorn of the locks they wore

pelvic sculptures

sharp as a blade

silent shrines to hectic love they made

bereft of flesh

that lit my fire

no lithe joints but threads of thin wire

hot tears drop on

memories clean,

pick...

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aghast, I'd not seen her for ages

a ghost of love my mind engages

but fate had turned cruel pages

beauty once soared from these features

hottest among human creatures

Nefertiti of love's teachers

still young, my experience rare

she'd flown me gently to her lair

the first woman I witnessed bare

two hawks preen on a pyramid

pecking morsels of new killed k...

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from a broken past its pining

a voice never far from whining

for her there's no silver lining

still has long lists of her goodbyes

kept a record of all their lies

hot tears bubble in her red eyes

a rip in an embroidered sheet

dust under other peoples' feet

why couldn't life be safe and neat?

if only she'd learned better tricks

how to absorb life's bitte...

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through a window I rewind my life

the words I never seemed to utter

dreams that turned to piles of dust

it's better to pull down the shutter

that's the woman I didn't marry, a

love affair left to wither and stutter

her tears fall like rain in the street

it's better to pull down the shutter

sins of youth that seemed so bland

echo down the hot concrete gutter

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a bad lady's fallen down,

I bend to tender succour,

lean, quite ravaged now,

she used to be a looker

rheumy eye meets mine

sees me for an old lover

I ring for an ambulance

my raincoat for a cover

beyond speech, staring,

I stroke her grimy hand,

crowd standing apart, a

motley but curious band

she tries to speak, but

uttering merely tears,

tho...

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raining cats and dogs outside

Ron's too heavy, nearly fainting

ceiling's cracked and peeling

needs plastering and painting

never enjoyed sex, orgasms

gave me  not a second look

up there that web of cracks

is not unlike reading a book

he's pumping like a good 'un

I nearly dropped off to sleep

surveying spidery fissures

a bit like counting sheep

mem...

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All that's left is wreckage

Debris from what's over

The time when I loved

No more the idle rover

Ashes are better than nothing

Half a loaf better than crumbs

Yet memories burn painfully

What's forfeited still numbs

Years that went quickly

Days that ran into sand

Left poignant memories

Your soft yielding hand

That May day at the beach

Sand caugh...

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