I watch and stand

and let a passing cloud

hit by moonlight

make a rimmed spectacle

of a distant want.

 

I shift my weight and

blink

and recall wordless

feelings before

putting into words

those useless

aphorisms.

 

It's the words,

with their wanton

un-mouthed ache,

that bleat silently

against the ear

tangle those

as yet un-marked

a...

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Like my rubbing of your wet face

(with a dry flannel)

Like my brushing of your dry teeth

(with baking soda)

I seem to prove  an annoying

but improving

ex-foliating daily chore. 

 

You stand aghast as I rail down the 'phone

(on your behalf)

for those absent cheques.

You look askance as I query the bill

(on your behalf)

for the meal that you've just paid f...

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I'll watch and I'll stand

and let a passing cloud

hit by moonlight

make a rimmed spectacle

of a distant wait.

 

I'll shift my weight and

I'll blink

and recall wordless

feelings before

I put into words

those useless conditions.

 

It's the words,

with their wanton

un-mouthed ache,

that bleat silently

against the ear

and...

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Someone left luggage

in a pile on the floor,

I lifted it up

to a hook by the door.

When I came back

to my lasting surprise

A crowd had now gathered-

it won the first prize.

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From the shower

I'm dripping wet

and a clean white towel

sits folded

beneath my 'phone

upon my bed...

It's her.

The polyphony 

is the Samsung's

knock and bell,

I'll wait awhile...

I pull the towel

from the bed.

And unlike the mess she makes

I lay on a crisp clean

and laundered sheet.

And like the mess she makes

my heart betrays

its hidden echo.

...

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red X

my factor:

what a gas-

I'll have fun 

with my

exclusion

zone.

 

Pandora's box

all 12 in its collection

red xed.

 

Lovingly

construed

statistical analysis: 

red x

marks the spot.

 

Poems

budding like 

flowers

and

trees

bucolic-

can go and

frolic

x

 

Jokey

authorial 

poeti...

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oooh   ahhh oooh   ahhh oooh   ahhh... aching buttocks aching thighs unseen crowds unseen skies between the shoulders lakes of fire stinging eyes on the spinning tyre calves and heart will explode grip the handles eat the road kilo meters  whirring chains from Revel to Ax 3 Domaines the body's racked the body begs pressing down on u...

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Unless otherwise stated-

All photographs and images 

Are my own work.

Unless otherwise stated-

All wording and content

Are my own work.

 

The next time you look

Over my shoulder and

Read my work-

Keep your comments

Inside your pants;

Keep your damp passages

For wetter days;

Your crisp-apple laugh

For fresher  salads.

 

I warn you Persephone

You...

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Advice to women poets:

Upon

Wearing a short skirt

Cross your legs frequently.

Remember

To remove the hand

Absently placed in your lap.

Look unconcerned.

Smile 

As the waiter approaches. 

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What a mess!

We stare at the shitter:

It's pong-hole agape.

This pleasure-dome

of abandonment, 

sings money,

(elsewhere).

sings repair,

(costly).

But we have to dodge

the dog shit

and 

Ignore the prostitutes,

as we wend a path

through hurtful

remarks: and stupid

assumptions. 

 

So- poetic prostitutes

 while they laugh 

...

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I predict no1: There will be a split in the Lib-Dems.
I predict no2: There will be a murder most horrible of a leading politician.
I predict no3: There will be a general election in October.
I predict no4: There will be a rise in the popularity of 'stand-up' comedy.

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She,

held her self still.

And  I,

recalling her face yet-

that with my mouth

I forced the enquiry,

and argued the pressing

to her lips.

Like those wants

of wishes sated,

we had with marbled hurt

turned one back

against the other.

And now 

that was forever

-like the past-

both of us

going nowhere,

always.

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How hard the knock-

the knock of a world

lent against its self

and

gone awry .

The thinking bits that

find their ends

to meet  themself,

this thinking self ...has ever

yet to mean it-

prove it!

Yet all this squandered time,

these million hours have

a time to thrill -

a time to its own terror.

And i will post this warning:

(to a sel...

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I'm simple this way,

this way- leaning.

Watching the want,

this way- fading.

You're always this way

his way- leaning.

I'm holding this loss

this way- leaving.

 

When you leave

the conversation

before you've left

the company-

when I've left

your thoughts

before I've left

your sight-

When your touch

lets go

before my gras...

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I would whisper the wind

to tangle your locks,

to tease your hair into a web

that entraps my fingers

that entraps my whispered wishes.

Let your hair be a tapestry of

my words

words spoken as your mouth

is watched,

watched while I whisper the words

to you.

I will watch your mouth smile

the words 

and let the Viento Norte

whisper t...

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A degree of separation

to the hidden space

from -a split second found-

between the words and the meaning

to words a minute older

to the un-found space

to pen or key-board to page or screen

and time's arrowed leaning

all writings are simultaneously

and multi-pace 

ushered in and abandoned out

repeatedly 

and left- resolved

waiting

unt...

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The future is Chinese; The future is open source, I see a conflict of interests.

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Fuck you! (you middle-class twat)
Up your arse (with a bamboo bat),
Stolen from my table
Like a sex craved rat
Fuck you on your reclaimed mat
Up your sphincter 
With a painful splat.

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Re-pedestrianized with snow  with metalled melted ice under-the -foot and under-zero step just once but look at twice.

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I need minds

I need sharp

minds

with heart

with minds

and hearts 

and thinking heads

with minds

and knowing

knowing heads

take those lips

and so take my

my ears and...

and just start ...

...whispering to me...

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Slowly I'm

staring

at the bright bright 

sun

and all this time

I'm alone

as the sun shadows

it's darkness

behind you

and catches

you looking

at me:

now- I know 

how old I am.

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Sometimes I rhyme

Sometimes I don't

Some meters will

Some meters won't

So metrical rhythm

And metrical structure

Sometimes sound sublime 

And sometimes sounds 

So like Pat Butcher.

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