Poetry

The Collected Poems

of

Robert Kyriakides

 

1966 to 2018

© Robert Kyriakides

 

 

Contents

WIND BLEW THE CITY.. 8

CAN YOU HEAR ME.. 9

SEA VOICES. 10

WINTER WALTZ. 11

MONGOL. 12

COMING INTO FORM.. 13

THE CLOCK.. 14

THE WHITE PIGEON.. 15

THERE MUST BE TWO IN THE THREE OF US. 16

REJECTION.. 17

THEOPHILUS. 18

REQUIEM.. 19

I WAS SITTING BY THE LAURELS. 21

A POEM FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER.. 22

THE PRAYER COMPASS. 23

TEARS WILL NOT HELP US. 25

I LOVED YOU.. 26

TOUCHLIGHT. 27

JOURNEY.. 28

GOD IS IN HIS HEAVEN.. 29

THERE WILL BE A TIME.. 30

COUPLET. 31

THE BLACK AND PURPLE CRANE.. 32

CIRCUS. 33

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT. 34

SHE MAY.. 35

DECLINING DAYS. 36

SUNDAY MORNING.. 37

DREAMS. 38

MR CREW… 39

THE REVOLT. 40

THE MISSION COMPLEX.. 41

THE SECRET DOOR.. 42

WAYS OF THE EARTH.. 43

DEATH IS AN ANCIENT TYRANT. 44

THE NUMBER OF NOTHING.. 45

WHEN SOMEONE DIES. 46

IMPERFECT CHAINS. 47

THE IMPOSSIBLE WISH.. 48

FEELING NOT SO SPECIAL. 49

MAGIC DARLING.. 50

WINTER CAME INTO THE KINGDOM.. 51

THE PROUD PIT. 52

PERCEPTION.. 53

RUTHLESS. 54

THE GHOSTS CAME OUT TO PLAY TONIGHT. 55

THE SWEAR SONG.. 56

URGENT LOVE.. 57

LAUGHING SPAM.. 58

WE’LL GET IT OUT. 59

THE COOL SCENE.. 60

ONCE SANG A SONG.. 61

BIRTH WINDOW… 62

THE UNION BAR.. 63

CELEBRATION.. 64

THE FALL. 65

DRINK WHILE YOU MAY.. 66

URGENT LOVE.. 67

WIGMORE STREET. 68

THE WALKER.. 69

WINDLESS. 70

MEETING TIMES. 71

MAGICIAN.. 73

SHE, KAY, F. & ME.. 74

PASSION PLAY.. 75

  1. 1989. 76

COLLECTION.. 77

IN CELEBRATION OF THE CRUXIFICATION.. 78

GOODBYE JAN.. 79

THE OFFER.. 81

CHANGED BY THE LADY OUTSIDE.. 83

FAMILY.. 84

WHAT IS IT. 85

CUSTOM.. 86

I COULD DIE TONIGHT 25TH OCTOBER 1976. 87

PLEASE.. 88

THE SEED.. 89

FOR DYLAN: MAGIC.. 90

POST SCRIPT. 91

SQUARES. 92

MUSIC OF THE PARTS. 93

THE LAST SONG.. 94

I SLEPT WITH HER.. 95

LAST WEEK.. 96

FIREFLIES. 97

OLD MEXICO.. 98

TOGETHER I DANCED FOR YOU.. 99

SHADOWS OF CLEVELAND.. 101

MY LITTLE BRIGHT LADY.. 102

SUMMER DAYS. 103

CONFUSED.. 104

THE CARES OF YOUTH.. 105

MY LOST LOVERS. 106

DON’T CRY MARY.. 107

YOUR PERFECT BED.. 108

TOUCHING WITHOUT FEELING.. 109

WAITING FOR THE SEASON.. 110

AKIMBO.. 111

ALONE.. 112

FINDING A WAY.. 113

ENGINES & PILLS. 114

EXCITED.. 115

MAN MOSES. 116

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART ONE.. 117

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART TWO.. 120

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART THREE.. 122

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART FOUR.. 125

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART FIVE.. 128

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART SIX.. 133

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WIND BLEW THE CITY

 

I went for a ride on an omnibus

Somewhat curiously out of date

Kept a forgotten timetable

Was never very late

 

I went for a ride on the underground

I thought it would have to sop

I was never always quite like this

I never counted the cost

 

Stretch, stretch, for in the valley

We smoked the day away while

Wind blew the city

Wind blew the city

Stop, stop

 

I’m going to ride this great big world

I’m going to travel it good

Until it is all forgotten

Until it’s all deadwood

 

CAN YOU HEAR ME

 

Can you hear me in the morning

Through the rolling hills of England?

Can you hear the sweetened echo

Falling on another world?

 

Do you see me in the evening

Through your eye’s intruding image

Do you see my vision coming

Calling on another time?

 

There, we are here, there we were

Frolic’d, witty, touched in laughter

Waiting for the years to teach us

Hoping to be very happy.

 

Will you find me in the night

Tired, lonely, out of sight

Where the open faultless mind

Says it simple; love is blind

 

SEA VOICES

 

When the voice of a woman speaks to me

It bursts my own ear drums

And the blood from my brain leaks to the sea

Where it lies warmed by the sun

 

I have walked along the shore to see my blood

Frozen for so far

But when the wave that greets me there

I have always cried for more

 

Yes, the power of movement dissolves me

And it leaves me lame

For I don’t know what will become of me

When the women speak again

 

 

WINTER WALTZ

 

A voice in winter is a voice in vain

This is cold magic

 

I touched the sun in summer

I held it in my hand

Knowing all of time to come

Will drop from me like hour glass sand

 

A voice in winter is a voice in vain

This is cold magic

 

We danced to please the valley

I held your hand in mine

On ice you did your pirouette

In water I did mine

 

A voice in winter is a voice in vain

I pushed aside the snow

For a voice.

 

 

 

MONGOL

She sleeps in a cage

Holds her hands to her lips

Strokes them gently

For they have never been kissed

 

Nurse came in a rush

Stabbed her in her lovely arm

Made the mark gently

For it has never been kissed at all

 

Maybe her head is a little too large for her body

Maybe her tongue too big for her mouth

 

Wait for death dear

That is all you can do.

 

She sleeps in a cage

Holds her hands to her lips

Strokes them gently

For they have never been kissed

 

 

 

COMING INTO FORM

 

A shade spoke

Beneath the wide below

(yes)

And yet, before I heard her speak I felt her

Below.

 

Blown eyes blown ears blown teeth blown smile

They shook she shook them all

 

Were I a star I would I would I would she were me now.

 

Sweetly descend most easily

She beckons yet she counts (one two three)

The drum beats the drum beats I hear the morbid sound

The drum beats the drum beats and echoes in the ground (all around)

 

Before beneath below she spoke

Told what she would do

But now I understand

(You see she will not kill my eyes)

I never even knew.

 

 

THE CLOCK

 

If the clock ticks all night

When does it sleep

When does it eat

For it certainly ticks all day

 

If the clock ticks all night

When does it sleep

When does it eat

For it certainly ticks all day

 

And although I can hold my clock in my hand

I can never hold time in my grasp

I may feel I may see

But through all eternity

Time will always come first and last

 

THE WHITE PIGEON

 

I have spoken many words

I have sung many songs

I have kissed many women

I have stolen many wrongs

 

I have fought with the tigers

On the strange and distant shores

While I spent my nights

With debutantes and whores

 

Could it be I am living

On someone else’s time

If that’s so I can tell you

That I really do not mind

 

For my life is an empty shell

Falling down the hill

As empty as a bucket

That I never knew to fill

 

I will touch many creatures

Or at least I will try

But the rules that have taught me

I suspect will have lied

 

So the white pigeon sitting

On the ledge out in the rain

Will not know what she brought me

Left when she came to stay.

 

 

THERE MUST BE TWO IN THE THREE OF US

 

Is a hill very high

How long is an arm

And if I fall in love

Will I come to much harm?

 

Is water wet

What is a test

How many loves lie

Between better and best?

 

A push from those thighs

Arches me back

And we two turned whole

As we lay in her lap.

 

All the world sees her

Loves her rounded place

With as much as they see mirrored

A pleasure made straight.

 

Who is a question

And how many times

Can children of Jesus

Swallow his wine?

 

Why does your stallion

How can it be

That children and water

Mirrors and Jesus

Pleasure and lovely

All follow free?

 

 

 

REJECTION

 

One by one they came

The emails

“Thank you, we regret, we wish you success”

I filed them in the folder I called writings

 

One by one I threw my mistress pieces to those,

But I was not of their class or comprehension

An unfashionable soul seeking mere immortality

In the shells of circles of no connection,

So it is rejection.

 

One by one they came

Holy bodies with such taut pleasure

And when we had fed enough, sated in ritual rites

Shouting “God speed” into the nights.

Ended thus.

 

I still treasure, yes treasure;

I thanked, regretted and wished them the best.

I filed them

In the folder I called memories.

 

And I cannot bear witness

To which is the harder mistress.

 

 

 

 

THEOPHILUS

 

Sit down, my Theophilus, sit still and learn.

I will speak to you as a man to an absent friend of the many things I yearn

Of days and nights I trembled into dawn

While you smote my utterings, as you yawned.

 

Other friends have helped, such as they were.

Horatio tormented, John made water falling well

And the brave doctor marvelled

As I imagined many things and saw reality unravelled.

 

A shard of a thought, atom of ideas

Begging to be born or divided:  I am lost now in fire

In streets littered with devices to wheel away desire

But to where? I travel deeply, not profoundly:

 

I go to see the dead and the dying smell of the underbelly;

The grave above is merely the end of the story,

A plot dearly forgotten in the heavy clay

And away while I pace underneath until it will be me.

 

It is neat and fitting that we die so to tie those loose ends,

Those tired wires that no longer carry;

Dearly, I have sewn those cables purposefully,

As best my clumsy hands allow so now I follow, now.

 

And what matters not and cannot be

Is hidden in the mess of our lives, you see

That is called free: that is liberty.

And thee, my Theophilus, now write down what you see

Write down for me and write down me.

 

REQUIEM

 

I felt summer in the water

And I kissed the silver dawn

As I tremble with my freedom

Mother am I born?

 

My blood was flowing through my eyes

And splashed upon your brain

Mother I am sorry

But our bloods taste the same

 

I recall the Sunday diners eaten

I was kept outside

Listening by the window

While the parents took a ride

 

Now a hundred thousand helmets marching

Through the winter’s night

Why do her suitors anger me

Please don’t make me fight

 

For I’ve heard the sirens singing

On those strange and distant shores

And would have reached to follow

But my deaf men pulled their oars

 

And the nature lover lovers smiling

Bouncing on the stream

Softly slow my darling

I shall kiss you in the field

 

And his Helen playing dancing dancing

Saraband in hand

Let me wipe away her orange tear

For Sergeant Pepper’s band

 

Then I waited by the bus stop

Soaked and hoping for the sun

Hold me, coat, please hold me close

I’ll wait for anyone

 

I can meet you by the wall of death

Or meet you by the pool

Let me know which one you choose

Or darling we are two

 

I can drive my bus around the fair

Until I reach the wall

I can find it by the bright lights

I am starring on the wall

 

Round and round the wall of death

I am driving in my bus

The Americans are cheering

I hope they’ll make a fuss of us

 

I WAS SITTING BY THE LAURELS

 

I was sitting by the laurels

Where the breezes danced and played

Saw a vision pressed in touching

Held it safe for other days

 

There where I was found in sunshine

Kissed and blessed by fortune’s glove

Marked and made for tender wishes

Smothered in the fire of love

 

Had you been there holding for me

Had you found my roughened touch

I would love and conquer for you

Endlessly to lie so much

 

Lifetimes passing, broken hearted

For our paths were forked and parted

 

A POEM FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER

 

Sink fine, sink fast and sink away

No more the open night time comes to chase away the day

The leaf has turned to crimson on its way

To fall down deep into the frightened paving lay

 

Look kind look fine and never look away

So much more in times to feel afraid

So much less in ounces we can weigh

Behind the stanchion where the play was made

 

And you, whose face I grasp in feeling say

You love me now this moment and today

Dead as October’s leaves from ash trees tall

No more time to turn, just time to fall.

 

Remember I taught you and never forget

The rules of the game and the rules to upset

Sleep late in winter rise early in spring

Promise me thrice and smile at the wind

 

Think while you sleep and dream wide awake

Hold hatred fast while your loves you forsake

Lose your possessions find your lost way

Sleep late in winter at the dawn of the day

Think in iambics and speak just in rhyme

Die when you need to die all the time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PRAYER COMPASS

 

Cross myself, began in the woods,

Could never collect for remembered too well

And recently taken forgetting to breath

 

I do however remember dusts we stirred together

 

Penance we won at the side of the Rhine

Together we sat we finished our wine

Held hands we laughed remembering times

 

Apparently dead and ghosts.

 

Now fancy horse carriages meaning appearing

Their absolute never nearly quite real

Black plume and crepe feathering break

Spiriti sanctus, Are we too late!

 

Flowers and essence, take them away

Can none of our orders ordain today?

Will none of its fashions root in the mud

To suck the elusive imperial blood?

 

A coat of many colours for each of our many soldiers

 

Spinning soul, slip back to the dream

Wheel away army, follow the sea

Where you take us you shape us you call us the real

The royal fine person who dances on wheels

 

Supergirl supergirl where has she gone?

Super girl left us, superalone

 

The world on the march, hot effortless place

The sun in the firmament moving in space

Time cannot end here before we have sang

For trees came to kneel, as we began.

 

Cross ourselves, began in the woods

And recently taken

 

TEARS WILL NOT HELP US

 

Tears will not help us

In the confusion and hardship

They will wash us: we are clean

Drinking our tears leaves us thirsty.

 

God will not help us

In the holy achievement

He will watch us but we are alone

Now not merely unclean but we are stained dirty

 

We are beyond where we live

We are above where we die

 

Death will not help us find our way home

With the debts we must pay

We are beyond our dying

When we are alone.

 

I LOVED YOU

 

I loved you

Whenever dawn has hit my face

Whenever you left your embrace

I loved you then

 

I saw you

Smiling your love right back at me

Laughing my tears into the sea

I saw you then

 

You held me

Throughout the coldest nights of spring

While I was holding everything

You held me then

 

We ran free

Singing our praise into the earth

Giving our love for all its worth

We ran free then

 

TOUCHLIGHT

 

Touchlight of winter’s song

Come along to touch with me

We can touch where we belong

Sailing wildly on winter’s sea

 

We can pass our dreams away

We can show them wild and free

We could watch our good dreams pray

If you would be good to me

 

 

JOURNEY

 

One track we passed so fast

In huge, black stark and lost

Through a tunnel

(The darkness bent)

Then white again

 

Take me

Take me; take me away from her memory

 

Two rails that find the time

In failed love and bitter rhyme

Through a tunnel

(The darkness bent)

Then white again

 

A dead woman can show no mercy.

 

 

GOD IS IN HIS HEAVEN

 

God is in his heaven and is washing down his wall

God is in his heaven as he lets the water fall

He would rather count the clouds that pass

But his strength begins to pall

God is in his heaven where the wall is very tall.

 

God is in his heaven and is waiting on the sun

God is waiting patiently for the sun to spoil his fun

He would rather ice the light tonight

But it really is not done

God is in his heaven and he wonders if the sun will come.

 

God is in his heaven and I am sitting in my bath

God is watching over while I am washing in the dark

Let him hide his eyes from what goes on

Let him see me as I laugh

God is in his heaven: we are waiting in the dark

 

 

THERE WILL BE A TIME

 

And there will be a time

When the rain from the sky

Will burn our faces

Yours and mine

 

Mercy screams my suns

And the dance of the street lights begins

 

Even in dust I grope

For our missed lust

Shining with your hair on the pillow

So I am taking my mind

Inside a silver shell

And I am nailing my heart apart

And apart from that I am well.

 

Welcome evening my black friend

You can never bring much joy

To your slave your whipping by

All red lamp light in the street

Yellow shadows at my feet:

 

In our dead city the breathing is very loud.

 

 

COUPLET

 

My silver sweat is weeping

Torrents of dew in my face

Body water creeping

To pattern me with rivulet lace

 

My sunless skin is stretching

Valleys of soil in my hand

Touch stone my feelings Erode me with your mountain charm.

 

A new land is created

With our saliva and dandruff dust

Creation thus feted

Tree cave and body lust.

 

 

THE BLACK AND PURPLE CRANE

 

The men still look beneath their feet

On Eliot’s King William Street

They’re on the train, they’re going back

A hundred thousand bowler hats

Another day’s work has been done

“Hey darling, put my programme on.”

 

The misery of business is

It feeds us while it bleeds our minds

Away in the docks the black and purple crane

Is moving in the rain

 

The washing up is still not done

And yet the day has just begun

The women sigh and phone up friends

To ask them when to meet again

But friends all vanished yesterday

“Hey children, go outside and play.”

 

The pity of existing is

It holds us while it throws our hearts

Away in the park the black and purple crane

Is moving in the rain.

 

Tomorrow comes and passes by

And still the men don’t see the sky

We all do just what we will

It doesn’t matter what we kill

We eat to live and live to die

And sometimes I just wonder why

 

The misery of living is it

Takes us while it breaks our soul

Away in the sky the black and purple crane is flying once again.

CIRCUS

 

Stars fell from the skies

And rained into field

The earth ploughed its grain and

Dug in its heels

 

Dust tides in canyons

Between spheres of air

I can show you paradise

But cannot show you where

For men had once been there.

 

And me

I have lost the key to my tomb

And the coffin cannot carry me

My coffin cannot carry me

My Coffin cannot carry me

And the mourners will not come

 

Bled of death the circus revolves

In sacred prayer my priest absolves

Somewhere but coffin cannot carry me

My coffin cannot carry me

My Coffin cannot carry me

And the mourners will not come

 

 

 

 

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

 

What was I trying to say
It does not matter any way

For your eyes are bright

And I know we can love

Throughout the night

 

What was I trying to see

Which body belongs to me

We are tangled here in bed

And I know we can love

Till dawn shows his head

 

What was I trying to do

Each time I loved it must have been you

Still your eyes are bright

And I know we have loved

All through the night.

 

 

SHE MAY

 

She cried to the storm as if to

Soothe its suffering

The rain became more gentle

And the gale turned to wind

 

She set the sun on fire

Many years ago

And that kept her warm

And not ice and snow

 

She may walk through my mind

If she wants to do that

I’ll keep it still

If she wants to do that

 

She may run through my blood

If she wants to do that

I’ll keep it quite warm

If she wants to do that

 

She can melt in my mouth

If she wants to do that

I promise to please

If she wants to do that.

 

 

 

DECLINING DAYS

 

My little girl come with me to the fireside of memory

And we shall remember laughter that dropped

I days when I stopped with you.

I felt embers of your mercy near to me then I shall remember

When the years have clothed me and then undressed me again.

 

I trembled, you redeemed

You I held so tightly in my dreams

And trembling in this dream I mean

Touch and the night goes by

I shall remember

Dreams go by

I shall remember by the fireside in effigy

Little girl, my memory.

 

 

 

 

SUNDAY MORNING

 

Your body is warm and sweaty

Your breasts are full and heavy

Your hair lies in my eyes

Your legs twine around mine

And I can lie here feeling you feeling me

Love is the only way to be

On Sunday morning

 

Your neck is white, and tender

Your body fine but older

Your breath sets in my ears

And each stolen moment fears

That love never hears

On Sunday morning

 

DREAMS

 

Drums upon the humming bird

Bass upon the running bluebird

Grace upon her soul

 

Eyes away from stealing sleep

Petals leave them in a heap

Set upon my all

Sooth away cacophony

 

In a thrill of ecstasy

Slim around the night

 

He made her rise Spanish in triumph

She fell, she fell

 

Drums upon the humming bird

Bass will get that running bluebird

With awakened vigour vapoured.

 

MR CREW

 

And slapping on the buttocks from fogies who blew

Trumpets for the Philharmonic Fogies all the way

And altogether one to three

Rogues too free we say

 

Smooth Mr Crew

Why do you

Wear long underpants?

 

Mr Crew wears long underpants

Mr Crew wears long underpants

Mr Crew wears long underpants

Mr Crew wears long underpants

 

You’ll regret it in the summer!

 

 

 

 

THE REVOLT

 

The sea moves

Whispering its waves and motion curved peace

Let it move

Let it move me

 

We are near and yet there is tomorrow

Sailors throw their cigarettes

On giants wheeling in the mists

 

Stand, see hope pray

It cannot always be as it is today

 

Watch the sea move

See the waves

Away

 

THE MISSION COMPLEX

 

Why do you let

The wind shred your decay?

 

We met in Detroit, wild land fall of youth

Behind the Cathedral

Where the executioner kept his tools

In the dirty city where no body moved

Except you and I

 

You and I

Took to smelling perfumes

To wrap around the dead

 

No one speaks

This is the year of our Lord

 

Threads told stories, occidental stories

Of weaving and simple, in the theatre of worship

We took no notice

 

Needlessly

They told us

You and I

Be assured

(You and I)

 

You laughed be as you are

So were we, you and I

Now,

Why

Do you let

The winds shred decay?

 

 

 

THE SECRET DOOR

 

I thought there was a secret door

Hidden in a yellow wall

Where grownups played in fields of grass and flowers

It opened up once in my dream to show a vista so serene

Where they would visit in clandestine hours.

 

I dreamed a reservoir of tile

That begged the sky to satisfy

Its cravings and its growing thirsty life forms

Some swam some grew some lived anew

Concealed from living people who were strife torn.

 

I wished three ghosts who guarded me

Protecting my body holy

As I walked in dark nights so full of dangers

No demon then could steal my soul for my ghosts kept me almost whole

A bulwark and a sanctum from the strangers.

 

I journeyed under London’s heel

Below the graves when people sleep

Whose rotting coffins begged the Lord to open

The rattle and the sounds of speed

Blended with death’s dreamy sweep

To find salvation is what they were hoping.

 

 

 

WAYS OF THE EARTH

 

Mine is a very special world

That hurts each footstep with a pain

And laughing at the wonder life

Can only kill each birth again

 

Mine is a very separate life

Of spiral pity and the thrust

Could generate despair of truth

And tell my world so very much

 

Mine is a very ill filled hour

That fought with pain until it cried

And with the miss and peace of grace

Multiplied until it died

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEATH IS AN ANCIENT TYRANT

Winter came slowly to my poor Queen’s faces

Pitting her skin, crumpling bones

Alas she can no more stooping with decadence

Take her away my poor Queen, take her to where

Death dances

 

When she has gone

Hide me in your overcoat

Hide him in your overcoat

Hide him his skin is smooth

Hide him and see how thin

He is as we saw him

Growing

Inside your coat.

 

Winter has hidden her (inside the coat)

No-one can find her (inside the coat).

 

I wish I was the fragment of a lover’s quarrel

Or the air breathed out by all, all the patient people.

 

My dead Queen had lines on her faces

Bell on her toes

She shall have lines to greet her in hell

 

In winter by the ancient place

Death dropped his coat and danced

Death lost his coat to find

We too were dancing; death is blind.

 

 

 THE NUMBER OF NOTHING

 

There are so many numbers

And so many figures

None of which I know

 

Grains of sand in the world

A grain

Stars in the universe

A star

People now living

A life

 

Two and a half billion seconds in a long life

Many of them sleeping

 

The number of everything

But an eternity in dust

I do not know

The number of nothing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHEN SOMEONE DIES

 

When someone dies

You see the world with different eyes

The skies are greys

The cold wind bites;

 

On summers’ days

All are alive and all are gay

But when our old friend death comes to stay

Dull eyes cry

The tears away.

 

A winter’s tale cannot be brave

It casts away the soothing tones

The long fine lines

That scarred the face of

One who died.

 

Mar no more

Dull eyes cry the tears away

On frozen nights when

Good friend death has come to stay.

 

 

 IMPERFECT CHAINS

 

There were good times which I let pass by, not knowing how to keep them

And people I passed by, not knowing I should keep them

So much I have not known, so many seeds unsown.

 

These days I count in blister packs

And look see, look up, look far, look back

 

The dead and the dying are there to see

And though I forged my chains in water they held me tightly

Tempered to my taste but weakness came as weakness always comes, Apologetic and unsure

Except in its geometric confidence to wither and decay

And one day be no more.

 

So when you point to the window to show me shades chained

Imprisoned by their actions

Remember that I was ignorant once

Of how my actions bound me and not wise enough to make imperfect chains

 

 

 

THE IMPOSSIBLE WISH

 

Do they ever think kindly of me

Those who once shared openly?

When they are quiet and the night is long

When sleep’s fine comfort fails

Do they think kindly of our past travails?

Do they think of me at all?

 

Am I lost to their memory, a ball,

Decayed into dust

Scattered to the earth

Dust without worth?

 

Can they picture my face and my body

As perfectly, perfectly,

As I picture them?

 

Have they forgotten instead

That we once dreamed together in bed?

None was ever perfect enough:

My impossible wish for silk not stuff

 

 

FEELING NOT SO SPECIAL

 

I thought it was my fantasy or my nightmare

That I was the only person the only living thing

In all the world and all the universe not God but the one

Who had that idea you mentioned and imagined that possibility you spoke of

And felt that way

But I find

Dozens, hundreds, thousands and millions imagined knew and felt that

 

I thought I was alone with that secret

That I was the only one who knew it

In all the universe

And it would burst my head with its power or frighten me with its hold

It is a published secret

 

I am sorry for this,

Heartily,

I thought I was special.

 

 

 

MAGIC DARLING

 

Magic darling with those faded sad brown eyes please leave with me

I implore you not to say your sweet goodbye too hastily

 

My sweet darling let me once more play with you I have your gifts

Gold and forests lakes and jewels abound still you won’t kiss

 

O let me fall up

And let me rise down

I always come

And sometimes you’re proud

 

O let me fall up

And let me rise down

 

Little darling with those faded sad blue eyes please leave with me

I implore you not to say your sweet goodbye too hastily

 

 

 

WINTER CAME INTO THE KINGDOM

 

Winter came into the kingdom softly

Stealing brown leaves off the trees

And hardening the earth and its arteries

 

Can you find one green growing thing?

Uncovered exposed or braving the march?

 

No! Just the soft slow step of winter

Creeping slowly in

One certain step at a time.

 

And you and I?

We aged and raged and aged again against the fear

Overcome, unable to walk, thus disabled saw

Winter came slowly into the kingdom

Stealing leaves from trees.

 

 

THE PROUD PIT

 

“And this is what I have all this

From the trees by the stream to

The near side of the Saxon churchyard

And I have many lovely things, am blessed.”

 

He modestly hung his eyes claiming luck

While I smiled consent and then

“But here the pride of my possessions

(Possessions are such ephemeral things)” he expanded

As he threw his eyes to the earth

 

“This?”

 

“This pit, dug with my,

And with its glass sides

And made in the fold of the earth

This, which is mine”

 

His.

 

 

PERCEPTION

 

Pieces we can make awhile

Etna was a Gestetner

Copying files we let her

 

The mouse down New Brighton

Ever so frightening

In a box with Xerox

Speeding at lightening

 

 

 

 

RUTHLESS

 

Careful man wandering through

So much you have left to do

So far come since you began

 

Oh yet in the sunshine softly played

Through those nights and rainy days

Ruthless, gone to a place away

 

We could have stayed where we made

Each other glad.

Careful careless man.

 

THE GHOSTS CAME OUT TO PLAY TONIGHT

The ghosts came out to play tonight

Better than that better told that

And laughing kissed the night away.

 

Special, such property in this

Goodnight the dancers, this night was good,

Wisdom, just another sweet waltz.

 

Cold snaps your fingers off the radio said

Bleeding another night into ether,

Every one watched and cheered.

 

The dogs stood up to dance tonight for the ghosts

Who watched while they played

Some of them never stay.

 

Dog radio days, wise waltzing ways.

Dog radio days, why dance amaze.

 

 

THE SWEAR SONG

 

O shit knackers arsehole tit cunt

Fucking Sunday

Bolochy Monday

Shitty Tuesday Balls to Wednesday

Thursday ain’t no sodding laugh

Friday I farted in my red hot bath

But on Saturday Oh

I loved it Oh

Saturday is my cunting fun day

Not like fucking Sunday

O shit knackers arsehole tit cunt

 

URGENT LOVE

 

Waiting for you outside the stones of an old hotel

Looking for your face among the crowds passing by

Smile and you’ve come and then urgent love

Away from my tie

 

Locking and smooth inside the cold stucco white

Catch and your taste inside

Breathing in your eyes above the noise in the street

Such shame to hide

 

Parting and thus goodbye the time has left us alone

Sweetly the love stolen each week in the afternoon

Stress and fear so carefully washed

In shame so soon.

 

 

LAUGHING SPAM

 

Laughing Spam is a jovial man

Who picks a fight whenever he can

 

He can munch all his lunch

And he packs a mighty punch

 

Drinks from a pot while it is hot

And when he hits you he laughs a lot

 

See him run with his gun

Shooting people in the bum

 

He’s six foot tall that ain’t all

Six foot wide and lots of gall

 

And my song it must end

Cos laughing Spam’s come round the bend

 

 

 

WE’LL GET IT OUT

 

We’ll turn it out

We’ll churn it out

We’ll learn it out

 

We’ll break it out

We’ll fake it out

We’ll make it out

 

And then perhaps my friend

We’ll rid it out

We’ll big it out

We’ll dig it out

 

 

 

THE COOL SCENE

 

The cool scene beats: generations betrayed and sold

A fast outlet with Aristotle’s poor cave being cold

A hazy sea of lies; a fat head chin upon finger

The short breaths of violent sparks; distilled actions linger.

 

What if we sat cross legged

Looking at the wall of our cave

Outside people pass by free

What they carry reflects onto our wall.

 

We inside see the shadows

Turn to see the reality.

We bounce like a ball in a box never ever free

And the magic only wakens in spasms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONCE SANG A SONG

 

Once sang a song and sang it through the night

Dancing in the wintertime would make our evenings bright

But the then sun came and drove away the night

Leaving only widow’s tears in the starless white

 

And although she’s gone now I still feel the pain

And so I laugh and sing now but don’t feel the same

Watch my body feel the pain breathing ice cold air

Oh so cold with frozen lips there’s nothing I can share.

 

Once sang another song but it didn’t change

A song of love a song of joy we sang the song again

But then the sun came and drove away the white

Leaving only darkened lips in a starless night

 

Now she has left me but I feel the pain

Though I laugh and dance and sing I’m really not the same

For the empty feelings blessed with ice and air

Tells me with each breath I draw there is nothing I can share

 

(acknowledgements to Chris Calcroft who wrote:-

Once knew a woman who didn’t want to know

Dancing in the winter we were happy in the snow

But then the sun came and blew away the snow

Leaving only melting tears to fight the summers glow

(or at least that is what I think he wrote).

 

 

 

BIRTH WINDOW

 

Animals circle at speed

Sweat pours from her brow

Not another new creation

 

The mice are gabbling their need

To the maze of eaves that show

No response or vibration

 

She is amazed at the ease of conceiving new life

Hard hit to be heard

The careless midwife says “Birth’s the word_

Inhale forward wit”

 

 

THE UNION BAR

 

Pip

Sweet oranges make my mouth sore

But apples give me more

I don’t like to waste but I have no taste

So I’ll eat the apple core

 

Steve

If I ever make a woman for love

I’ll never give her any liver

 

Colin

Affy topple happy poffle

Poffy tapple Toffee Apple

 

John

Quack quacked the duck in the library

As he welshed upon a bet

I didn’t have a duck opener

So took it to the vet

 

Red Keith

In my head it’s all red

It’s so truenion at the union

But I’d rather stay in bed

 

CELEBRATION

 

Words not used

Thoughts not pictured

A meal of gold and old pewter

Crested trees

Moonleaves; I ate a star by mistake.

Grief lost in bloom, why late your star is mistake.

 

I slept these many years

And your rounded body

Kept me away. Tombstone.

Carved head

Stand at my feet, can never used

To taste again

 

THE FALL

 

John is in the attic

Thank you Albert

John lives in the attic.

 

Yesterday his old buddy

Fell down the stairs into the cellar

To ferment

Now dusted off to greet his old pal.

 

He sometimes complains that his son

Is not up there with him

Giving the comforts required by age

Wishing He would lay off the whore next door

 

He is in the attic

Sharing the only bed with me.

 

 

DRINK WHILE YOU MAY

 

She found a broken mess of stars

In the cupboard under the stairs

She could not speak to them

Or even play with them

As hard as she tried

They tangled in her hair

 

Her files were full of people

Who only had a name

 

A claim in the rough hills

Decays in a forgotten dream

The pick is forgotten

The prop is forgotten

A laugh is a ghost that sounds

Through the gears of old machines

 

The names are full of people

Who only have a file

 

Walk alone arm in arm

Through the rooms of the old hotel

Fall beneath the earth and ashes for a spell

The world is full of people

And I am full of people.

 

 

URGENT LOVE

 

Wait…outside the old hotel

I’ve been waiting for you to show

Smile… now you are come along

Then inside for urgent love

 

I’ve never enjoyed her love

Yours is sweet but our encounter is brief

I’ll never be free of her

And yet you’ll wait

 

Love… we lie inside the bed

And to those whom we love least

 

Come… I will love you again

Here now more urgent love

 

I’ve never enjoyed her love

Yours is sweet but our encounter is brief

I’ll never be free of her

And yet you’ll wait

 

Time… soon we will both be gone

We’ll be waiting to meet again

Come love, I’ll wash your fragrance off

If we’re found out that wouldn’t do

 

I’ve never enjoyed her love

Yours is sweet but our encounter is brief

I’ll never be free of her

And yet you’ll wait

 

WIGMORE STREET

 

Those sad blue eyes

A little scuddy, now, appealing

Simple, gaudy, the professional

Counting her money in the side room,

Hoping to have enough for –

That is her business

 

Quick pumps for such handy work

The mouth that faces pleasure

Too subtle too much alone to care for feelings

Me? Never more than a sturdy amateur

But it is nearly on its way it is Hurrah.

Came.

 

And the messy shame of it

Cleansed by the catholic soap.

I wean on other milk

And inhale deeply but once into the world.

 

 

THE WALKER

 

Struggling down the street he polished his glasses

And did not embrace his brother drowning in a puddle of the pavement

Could not catch the sunshine

As it sparkled in the park

 

His coloured friend had placed it there

Hoping it might last

But all things die

 

Within these walls our walker made paintings

In these fine walls he laid down his lines

 

A tree dead clover green river

But the lines that fell into the sky

Were of a scarlet giver

Created by the walker.

 

 

WINDLESS

 

I would love to dance my arms aloft

Rushing in beat to the opened space

Weaving the threads of time and days

On the windless bay

 

I would love to speak in melodies

Painting my pictures with sounds from my mouth

Defeating the questions that always arise

On the windless bay

 

I would love to see the view below

Making the ship that forms the shape

That strikes the images of time

On the windless bay

 

I would love to dance my arms held high

Rush in beat to the opened space

Weaving the threads of time so fine

On the windless lake

 

I would love to speak in sweet toned rhyme

Painting sounds from my mouth to wake

Defeating the questions that always sigh

On the windless lake

 

I would love to see the view beneath

The boat that formed my worthless shape

Striking images hard and deep

On the windless lake

 

If I mind and watch my time

The wind might come to blow my mind

MEETING TIMES

 

In hollow twilight will you meet

Tommy singing on the beach

Poor Tommy sins but Tommy’s mad

Leave him reflecting where the water is sad

 

Our pond is stagnant, it is dull

You touched him you touched him

Enough, in my sleep I scream enough

 

It falls in the evening

Awakening it falls

 

The failure the traitor

Arriving in time with the acrobat

That falls

 

It falls before my failure

 

Spiteful tonight

The rain from the sky falls into our eyes

Yes it falls in the evening it falls and fails me

Before my awakening it falls and fails me

 

The ships lights fell on the shiny sea, westwards

“He fell in the evening, he fell and failed me

Before my awakening he fell and betrayed me”

 

Tommy laughs “He has merely betrayed me”

Tommy sins “Yes he has failed me”

 

In hollow twilight will you meet

Tommy singing on the beach

Poor Tommy sins but Tommy’s mad

Leave him reflecting where the water is sad

 

 

MAGICIAN

 

Magician comes

Enter the l night

O yes he comes

Destroying light

 

He changes hearts must it always be this

Turn you to ice, so you too can be him

 

Go to him, he’ll love you true

Go to him, he’ll thrust his serpents in your womb

 

Magician comes, I never even knew

Magician whose fingers are blue

 

Sweet Jesus came

Brought with him light

Sweet Jesus here

Destroying night….

 

 

SHE, KAY, F. & ME

 

She smiled at me with a restless eye

I kissed her crippled lips

Listlessly

I had a weird day

I spoke to Kay

And wrote to F who died yesterday

Five years ago I confused love with my meaningless rules

  1. made a fuss, “scurrilous”

I sprang a leak.

 

PASSION PLAY

 

Full eyed, you blossomed in my mouth,

Such elastic energy

You ran through my arms, unsprung,

Dancing beneath my body

 

Hard I wandered through your tongue

Lips that would kindle

As I thrust through your skin

Where you let me in

 

Tender mother of tonight

Bend, thirsty, you let me

 

You, stormy, afflicted, fearful loved.

You control while I dominate you, clever girl

This is blood well spent.

 

 

 

1989

 

One hundred and one years ago

In a part of the world I have never seen

My grandfather

Whom I have never seen

Was born

 

One year ago

In a room I knew so very well

My mother

Whom I never saw well enough

Died.

 

This year this very time

My mother’s country

Oh, she told us the stories

My grandfather’s lands he defended and lost

Oh, we knew the stories

Yes, those lands

Are free

 

 

 

COLLECTION

 

We were collecting ashes for the cage

Sighing, Ironwater, I

Held your hand turned your face, wound your arm

Hazel lights

Tatters of memory

 

The wilderness seems futile this year

Last year my crops

Isolation and very hungry

 

The wind was to blame

I am blind

He is a dead man

Everything is wrong without gold

 

Rainbow

Not in the wind

Without storage or learning

And I am sorry

Very sorry for the trouble I caused

I will not blow again

this year.

 

 

IN CELEBRATION OF THE CRUXIFICATION

 

White sandstone and the well were one.

Victory solemnly.

Soapy earth where water sprung and heaven’s chimes rung.

 

A bird in crazy flight: the phoenix pursued her;

Food sent seed spiralled down deep inside the well

As her anguish cried in death.

 

Centuries, a tree grew far higher than the well.

Its roots filled and fed and leafed until it died,

White planed by sun and wind

Bark fell grown out of the white sandstone: a dead tree.

 

From the hills it looked like a dead mother.

 

Holy men, passing traveller, showing the nails and the blood stains

Against the white, until the reality dissolved, desecrate, sorrowful

Mourned as they wrapped the evidence, far away from sight

 

I wrote it all down, just as it happened,

Just as men have always written it down,

Just as it happened.

So I would not forget.

That is what I do.

 

This is the testament, the evidence and the truth. By its nature, unassailable, by its word enduring.

 

 

GOODBYE JAN

 

Time to go girl

Love is so girl

Very hard to keep us kind

 

Time to kiss me

Time to miss me

Time to have you on my mind

 

I always will remember

These times we kept together

Goodbye Jan

I always will remember…

 

Must not hold you

Cannot hold you

We might be seen outside the town

Got to hide girl

For a while girl

In a place I can’t be found

 

I always will remember

These times we kept together

Goodbye Jan

I always will remember…

These times we kept together

 

Can’t forget you

Won’t forget you

Never ever felt so bad

Wish I kept you

Hadn’t let you

 

Let me leave you feel so bad

Morning in the city

Has touched me but it won’t affect me Jan

And so we say goodbye girl

You’re telling me goodbye, Jan.

 

 

 

THE OFFER

 

In the roads, where the sun lives,

It hangs from the vines

And its shadows cast wines,

Winter bread, can all these times have so little to offer?

 

And you will hold me, won’t you Mary?

 

For I tremble fear, tie in freedom here.

I’ll offer I’ll offer and you’ll hold me?

 

Do not leave me in this silent life

There is no fire me, nor earth to bury me

No sweet daughters to soften me

Do not let the music die tonight.

 

I’ll offer I’ll offer and you’ll hold me.

You will hold me please Mary.

 

If I were a hunchback

I would wear loose fitting shirts

If I were a blind man

I would count the stars

 

Play with me, do not let me slip into you

Without protest. play with me, my body will do the rest,

Play with me and let each ounce earn its keep

Play with me and forage deep.

 

Touch me play, and I’ll offer

Touch me play, and I’ll rest

Touch me play together

And she will do the rest.

 

 

CHANGED BY THE LADY OUTSIDE

 

Cold lady young lady standing by the full door

Whisper your promises with your eyes like a doll.

 

To sleep with you would break me in two.

I have wasted so much time with this pantomime.

Yet you never came into anything but income.

There is no-one else in the gulley of this dark city’s face

 

Dreams that tumble over nature’s breath now deliver me.

Copy the ten dollar bill

See it run: ink melts into finger tips, tips melt in the sun

The bones bleached.

 

Torch light and winter sun

Come along to feel with me

We can touch where we belong

Sailing wildly on winter’s sea

 

We shall pass our dreams away

Thus we show dreams running free

See our proud and good dreams pray

To throw the nightmare into sea

 

Holding bodies clutching tight

Gentle sea to have us there

Can we kill the wayward night

Salt wind dancing in our hair?

 

But my dream still breaks when the morning sun

Leaves me empty when you don’t come.

 

 

 

 

FAMILY

 

Five sisters, none of them older than you

Sighing denying

Change in the wind their crying

Weeping grieving

When you want them to.

 

Four brothers, none of them keener than you

Golden wooden

Boxed in cedar to keep away the moths

Harden crashing

Taut and tired for you.

 

Three fathers, none of them kinder than you

Minding, finding

Careworn and corn is chaffing

Learned sterned men

See how they love to do.

 

Two mothers, one of them kindled you

Charming disarming

Weep as the growing harming

Sowing and showing

Life for the food for two.

 

One God, one, yea one; none of Him lonely as you

One God, you God

Tired in the rush of battle

Trampled in the fear of passing

One and one makes two

God and you makes too.

 

 

 

 

WHAT IS IT

 

What is it now, the old man is dying,

The never ending misery of his breathing

As he struggles vainly for death

 

How can it be, the once strong frame expiring

Wheezing and discolouring

As he tries to pull in his death breath?

 

A hero my father my light

You feel puzzled that you feel weak weak

Surprised that death should be like this.

For all the ways that you can suffer

 

At three in the morning I fear for him

At ten in the morning I hear from him.

The phone is grabbed quickly.

He picks it then pauses,

Coughs wheezes splutters

So I know he is ill.

 

“Do not worry, no need to worry,

I had my life”

 

God bless him.

May I live forever.

 

 

CUSTOM

 

Stormy and the heat arises, rain washed gutters

Now dry and parched, the city lawns and arid rose bush

Peeps out, startled bare and stark

 

These are the times we feared

Made in the times of madness

These are the moments when the taxman collects

For the madness

 

Simply and she tangled inside as they questioned

She drank too much; the city slaked her thirst.

 

I advise: slowly, or the men will get you

 

These are the times we feared

Born out of times of madness

These are the moments when they all line up

To collect for the madness.

 

And I left her there, weeping as she caught her train home.

The dusty station was enough, I could not face her platform

I did not take her to her platform

The feeling was enough.

 

These are the partings I feared

A long journey is always too much

She must travel; the fare is paid in madness

The currency of life.

 

I COULD DIE TONIGHT 25TH OCTOBER 1976

 

I would see lions in my death walking

Across my corpse, slowly watching it decompose

I must not think of these things

 

I compose myself and look at the flies in the glass

Cold glass warm sun and across Africa

 

Would you ask me if I can decide

To revise and advise?

Will you ask of me

When I die?

Seeing my body

Surrendering

Into the circle and across the cool wide plain

 

Where Africa sits behind me

And I rot in the bowels of the Earth

 

One day I shall plant my seed inside the air of the sky

Instead of the bowels of the earth

Can we see each other you and I

As we walk across the sky. Like a patient girl

Spreading amok across a centrefold

Looking nearly young, flapping old

 

If you look at her with a medical lens

You can see her kidneys, dripping urine

Into the wine glass labia.

 

PLEASE

 

Please play to me I am in need of you all

Can feel for me and my plucked heart

Finds your picking sympathetic

And less. And less. Can you either find me

Or either lose my independent plasma.

 

Do you want me poor, fallen or not at all?

Let it not be not at all

Let it not be never at all

Let it not be at all at all

 

Please talk to me. I am in need of soft talk

And would hear your voice in my throat telling

Such things as may never be heard by your ears

Do you love me as I am or as I will not become?

 

Let it be as I will not become

Wave your flag or your spear but disappear

I have felt enough for now and will

Feel later, but never with you.

 

THE SEED

 

Dandelions scatter seed

Into the wind to wrest with nature

And chance the spinning of the earth

A night’s movement may prove less than truth

 

I am no flower

I am no fighter

I am no lover

 

When she brings me the temple’s waters

And tells me rest pursuit

Laughs my weapons, hides my armour,

And lets me speak the truth

 

Then I will carry

I will be the sun

And subdue quietly

 

In harmony we’ll kiss the sunrise

Together we will touch the wind

I’ll love the apple, open window

And breath her body as she lets me in.

 

 

FOR DYLAN: MAGIC

 

To begin where you ended

(Why, Dylan Thomas, were you pulled

From your dream to a neon light scene?)

It is still winter and a lump

Of sun may make you in Reasonland

Forget cold fingers that snapped in February

Till you remembered

Your nearly final line

An invisible cripple man

Whose crutch you stole thus teaching him to walk

Unnoticed.

 

POST SCRIPT

 

The wings of a membrane

Obvious oblivion

Brings travelling doors home

Stayed prison.

 

Butterfly blessings

Lessens barred walls

Long is nearly the same as tall

 

With my finger or any membrane

I will stop the sun at noon.

 

But my sleeping books lie on the shelf,

Say, can a man condemn himself?

Can a woman bleed each moon?

Can then beating wings find home?

 

SQUARES

 

I have hunted the greatest number permitted me,

Consolidated what I have seen in my spleen

Perhaps the gesture

Is a little belated

 

Can Edward the King

Rule the realm much longer?

A wiser man than you

But one who never went to school

 

I passed a policeman in the street

I smile at everyone I meet

 

Judge Rudi Kipper wrote another tale

I spluttered when I read it

And my laughter fell down a drain in the street

I smile at everyone I meet.

 

 

MUSIC OF THE PARTS

 

Eyelids pull at the sockets

The face is older than tomorrow in tears

It drags in the morning rain and never

Lifeless future

Pink of tears

The blue smoke has disappeared

 

Quiet while your mind is falling from your head

The body frozen quick fingers

Never moved

Now are dead

Must feel those colours

 

Ah, they swim so deep in the lead

And the meaning you thought so little

Often starved

Now is fed.

 

 

 

THE LAST SONG

 

Soft eyes show a heavy face

Scarlet in the evening

Grieving tomorrow’s pain

We must sometimes forget today

 

For all the human race

Deafened by our speaking

Needing forgiveness from the rain

I give you time to play

This must be the place

 

Doing all my breathing

If I kill it will I feel the same

By knowing what to say?

 

 

 

I SLEPT WITH HER

 

I slept with her the other night.

Dear sweet maiden.

Have known you so long.

Is it really nine years?

 

You would not have had me then.

Gangly I was, gawpy stupidly bespectacled.

I was rough house to be looked at with a sideways glance.

 

But she finally slept with me,

Called me dear cuddled close and hard

wants me to on her body in heat and does so.

 

She gave off antiseptic aroma.

Her tiny firmer than tennis ball breasts.

Showed me the way to play.

 

The way I did that night would have been

Unthinkable not so long ago.

And yet I saw the sight I saw the glances

The way you looked at me the little things you said.

 

Strange how strange

I trusted to instinct, and failed you so completely.

Dear maiden,

Dearest dearest dear.

 

 

 

LAST WEEK

You were not in the school clock

Nor the coffee bar, nor night in winter

Yet I thought I saw you in those places

I thought I saw you there.

 

Look you are not in the sky.

Library lecturing, drunk Friday

Before you I spewed then to love

You are sleeplessness fighting

 

I was drunk on Friday.

Look you are not in the sky.

Inviting thighs, scant clad welcome

Sad because you thought you were giving

 

But I was a stealing

Except nothing of value, I should have grabbed

What you gave.

Look, I am not in the sky.

 

 

 

FIREFLIES

 

Fireflies

Jumping upon the bumpy June Road

Just fireflies

 

Shouting and jousting their way in the night

See them fireflies

Meeting and greeting and eating and drinking

 

The June Road forks, one to July, one to Camelot

One hotter and harder, one young and dew ridden

Watch them fun

 

In their indecision

Shall we move towards to death of November

Or dance to Merlin’s Art?

 

Fireflies rumping plumping gadzooks hunting

Fireflies wasting away

 

And the Magician weaves his path

To December death: Camelot is shut

It’s just a short cut.

 

 

 

OLD MEXICO

 

The canyons and the hamlets

The scrublands and the desert

Hot and dry and dusty

On the Southbound stagecoach

 

The Churches and the cactus

The heroes and the cattle

Companions tell the stories

Of phantoms of Old Mexico

 

Starwheels and the water

The Padre and the dieing

The strongbox and the peasants

And you have lost your journey

You are frightened in Old Mexico

 

TOGETHER I DANCED FOR YOU

 

Gazing at you

Eating your lunch and showing your proud nest

Looking up at me

I saw your eyes blush.

 

Together I danced for you,

O the dance that I learnt years ago.

I still know the steps and you need not fear

For the meaning and feeling and

Being and loving and touching and dancing for you.

 

In the night we would have smoked once,

Each of us

But now we walk talk move, set cross word puzzles

Playing and pushing your welcome

You dancing for me, as I applaud

 

I pine when we are apart so

I sent you roses: you sent me toothpaste

All the way across the ocean

Toothpaste and roses a flight.

 

The nights (have we made it, did we get away?)

The afternoons (I face your tea)

The evenings (our skirmishings)

The mornings, not enough mornings not nearly enough.

 

Together I danced for you,

O the dance that I learnt years ago.

I still know the steps and you need not fear

For the meaning and feeling and

Being and loving and touching and dancing for you

 

My heart beats a little faster when I see you waiting for me

My skin pulls a little tighter when I smell you ready for me

I rub my fingers through your lovely hair

I drink deep of you, and inhale into my body holding you there

For once would have smoked you deep.

 

Together I danced for you,

O the dance that I learnt years ago.

I still know the steps and you need not fear

For the meaning and feeling and

Being and loving and touching and dancing for you.

 

 

 

SHADOWS OF CLEVELAND

 

In the shadows of Cleveland

Where the sun never reaches no matter the season

I saw her bustling

Her eyes shiny

Hair streaked beauty

Surrounded by her fawning followers

Bathed in light

 

Here in the night time of summer

At the still silent doorway

I smoked my calliper

Tossing my match at her

Watching the fire die before it hit the pavement

Long before the wood

Could ever touch her

 

Never again

She half dances into a taxi

Our number one winner

Our woman of love

And our lady of time

And our sweetness of summer

Our touching of laughter

Lost in my shadows

 

Together no longer

Remember together when we were one.

 

 

 

MY LITTLE BRIGHT LADY

 

My little bright lady who has her fill

With flowers and rings

Waiting berating for the next thrill

Holding my hand in the mound of her hill

 

Where Venus once lived and the shell wave sat still

For hours it sings

My little bright lady what do you will

Do what you want so quietly still.

 

Yet again there moves the mountain

Of so many steps but tell me, who’s counting?

 

 

SUMMER DAYS

 

The warmest of summer’s days,

Sweat on the backs of our shirts as we

Mourned for the turning leaves still holding

But soon to end their useless clutchings.

These times return to us.

 

The seasons return

And all these grand thoughts

Picture me as you see them

Imagine me as you feel them

These times return to us.

 

Autumn comes as sure as it came last year

Our Indian summer was an illusion

Never hot enough for scanty dress, nor dry enough for dust.

 

 

 

 

CONFUSED

 

What a mess

There is a softness between her legs I caress

And a fortune found in victory

But I digress

 

From my love for her to my fears.

Such a mess

As she waltzed though the door in her dress

Dancing, but I limped my sweetness

I confess

 

My fears for her love are in hopelessness,

That place for tenderness

But I am too weak and need to engage in some rest

All a mess

 

Torn between day and night more or less

Caught in mind to abandon ruthlessness

Faithless love might live in her nest

But I am without her and thus lack success

This obsess.

 

 

THE CARES OF YOUTH

 

I see the wrinkles to come in her young face

I did not know if I would ever see them real

Slowly and death like age will youth embrace

And kiss where my lips should kiss and beauty steal:

 

Silent sleep, unholy sleep

Bitterness around you keep

Matter not if your sour charm

Steals my youth in your ruthless harm

Sleep or close your eyes

Sleep or close your eyes

 

I see the wrinkles to come in her young face

I never knew if I would ever see them real

Slowly and death like age will youth embrace

And kiss where my lips should kiss and beauty steal

 

Silent sleep, holy sleep

Tenderness around me keep

Matters not if your lively charm

Folds with tears in time’s holy arm

Keep in death yes there keep

Keep in death yes do keep

 

 

 

MY LOST LOVERS

 

I saw you two, my lost lovers

In an image in my view, my lost lovers

Both looking happy

Both looking good

On the beach, silver beach, there in Autumn.

 

You held her waist

Just as you held the waists

Of all our other lovers

In Manchester, all those years ago.

Where we flew away, where we flew to grow

And time dissolved

Left us old.

 

Time treating all of my lovers

But my mind holds true that view of you

Two together two I knew

Two of you who were

My lost lovers

 

Fewer years yet to come

But the picture still holds true

Wherein I saw you once again some

My lost lovers

Thirty years on.

 

 

 

DON’T CRY MARY

 

Don’t Cry Mary

We both sit alone and afraid

As our tears fight by

As our hearts defy

The fearsome shells we have made

 

Don’t cry, Mary

Don’t cry, Mary

We need to feel across our souls

And our touch line

To spend our time

Acting out those perfect roles

 

Don’t cry, Mary

Don’t cry, Mary

You are much loved and praised by another

Your quick fright will die

Your singular sigh

With be smothered by your lover

Don’t cry, Mary

 

 

 

YOUR PERFECT BED

 

Is everything placed is everything put exactly where it should be?

Is the screen right does the book case work and what about the TV?

Why everything should be where it lives for anyone must be

Am I more of me if the chair is there where everyone can see?

Your taste and colour schemes designed to soothe and comfort me

And you make my place you create my place to please the man that’s me

 

My senses sated comforted loved

I slip into your best perfect bed.

 

TOUCHING WITHOUT FEELING

 

You touched me when I left

Telling me to get about my work

Knowing that it would take me far

 

You touched me when I left

You stroked me as I walked away

Trembling but feeling each part of my skin

Knowing that your touch would leave me waiting for you to begin

When we meet again

 

You embraced me when I was so far away

Holding your arms around me, such tender hooks

Caring to caress me entirely whole,

Barbless, as we learn to yearn for each other

Touching without feeling.

 

WAITING FOR THE SEASON

 

We stood engendered winding around each other

Waiting for the next step

In the strong sun of March

As we grew together

Planted in the open land

Light that hurt our eyes

 

Notice how

The wind lightly moved a dead leaf

Left by winter undiscovered

Broken, crushed to death.

 

Here were we, you and I,

Watching our lives pass by

Counting dying friends

How many of them died!

 

Whenever I deceived you

It was not done knowingly

But like a paring knife blade cracking

Splintering me as it drew your blood.

Whenever I was faithless

To the cause, to the flag and to the truth

I did so anxiously

 

The night is long, yes the night is long

And desperate, I wait for the sun.

We lived when leaves grew on the trees

But now scaled and unmendable

Spoiled by growths uncontrollable

The trees are skeletal bare

There we shall hold each other firm

Like roots that keep their branches warm.

 

AKIMBO

 

Legs akimbo in the arms of the vine

Lying and waiting to move

Proud and grown effortless time

Tasting of closeness, the feast

Racing through, there’s blood, there’s blood

That’s rising forsaking and breaking

Repeating revealing revolving and moving

There’s blood there’s blood and there’s blood

Legs akimbo in the arms of the vine

Lying and sated and moved.

 

ALONE

 

Alone at night the wind blows cool

(Too warm for this November night)

Across the town around the tree

It comes from you and comforts me

 

At one with me the darkness comes

Aside on a motionless sea

Then waves and tides put up a show

To mark the journeys we must go

 

The darkness sits and waits for you

The clouds block out the stars

And ever there and ever stilled

I wait for you to be fulfilled

 

 

FINDING A WAY

 

Can I find a way?

The fallen that covered my mistakes

Are blown away and with them my pride

It leaves me naked in the streets.

 

Look now, look now

There is a thing to find

Which was never lost and rarely known.

There is a thing to find.

 

Hold me so that I may step away lightly.

There is a thing you see,

 

I have written verses in many places

Shaped my words throughout the world

I have worn out my fingers on many a device

But the words that came could never suffice.

ENGINES & PILLS

 

Restore the beat that I need for my life,

I need for my blood I need for my mind

Mechanical life in these mechanical times

Needs engines and pills

 

Try to restore, try to revive, life as it was once, once it was here

Episodes of change confusing as a puzzle that no one can solve

With engines and pills

 

I try to stay calm I try to recall but all is irregular now I am old

Even with engines and pills

 

Lightly stepping into the night,

Where my dreams puzzle me.

Dreams never make sense, only nightmares do.

It is true.

 

It is not the cold clammy fear that dreams bring,

Or the sense of events that do not happen

But the bewilderment that dreams bring,

That fine and certain knowledge that I do not know what I see and do not feel What I touch and what touches me.

It is all a twirl

 

And waking thus, into the nightmare world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCITED

 

You excited my molecules

Your hands rubbed me and warmed both of us

The friction of desire, that energy

And having warmed you held me so close

But not touching

So that I could feel our heat and that comforted me

To sleep.

 

 

MAN MOSES

 

Man Moses has just begun

Found the answer inside the sun

Only one thing you’ve got to do

You Follow Moses maybe you’ll find it too

You follow Moses maybe you’ll find it to

 

Lost little girl show can’t show me your ring?

You said he did everything to make your heart swing

Only one thing that you’ve got to do

You follow Moses maybe you’ll find it too

You follow Moses maybe you’ll find it too

 

One warm up now gets hot

By the river where it’s not hot

Only one thing you’ve got to do

You feel our warm up maybe you’ll find it too

Your feel our warm up maybe you’ll find it too

 

Sweat heavy lies on your face

Is that the answer for our race?

Keep looking for it that what to do

You sweat real heavy maybe you’ll find it too

You sweat real heavy maybe you’ll find it too

 

 

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART ONE

Sequences:

 

In the light of all that has happened

On this day,

Dedicated to whatever within

I begin

 

The leaning teacher taught on me

With wand and finger sport on me

 

I stared at the man who threw

A lump of cold clay

He thought he taught me that

And told me today we will make a cat with clay.

Today we will make it of clay.

 

Can a song be the thing? I cannot sing

 

Elias:

 

Fortune met old Elias in the doorway

Was he out stepping in or in stepping out?

Where clutched him, raising his voice above the darkness

Black wind darkness why have I forsaken you?

 

Elias thus to Mary

His mother’s child in bondage

A city of the night time

And daughter of the morning

Red ice darkness why have I forsaken you?

 

Elias grew; food of tears

In each of those reflected years

And stole from me; stealing is wrong

But I have stolen from everyone

Fortune, darkness, why have I forsaken you?

 

Amazon:

 

Came and went but Elias he died

I cut to welcome

Pensively

 

Again:

 

Reputedly, level headed proven guilty?

See old man what time has done.

 

While outside in the easy street a coldness rings

And passion leaps, so proven dry it does not matter

A man is fire, a woman water, and couples rarely live in laughter

 

But my mind still turns and swirls in the beat

And my tongue is dry when I think of the heat

Never ending chain of pain, happen here again

 

Conception:

 

Scorn cares it is there

I can mouth words

But not speak immediately

 

Discovery:

 

He told me

“I have shown you each dimension

And you know by me that eternity

Is but a light in the night of time

 

And still there is fire

It burns with every movement

And cries within each moment

For all your cares you walk the night

But it will never lend its light”

Old man old man you have made me angry.

 

Ending:

 

I go to die

And do not lie

I walk and run

I bleed

I am free

You cannot be

As free as me

You cannot be me

And we cannot see

Beyond the facade of infinity

Beyond lies you

She too lies

Just like me

The end:

The end is tangled water

The end is the laughter of my Mistress

The end is not my Mistress.

The end is not

My Mistress

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART TWO

 

Starting again:

 

I danced in London Town

The bridge was taken down

The river steamed

The money gleamed

The race an empty sound

 

Talking carefully

Among the Jews, among the agents

Wheeling their conceits

Limping through the city’s seas

As graceful as a grin.

 

With palms that itched and hands that grabbed

I fought and ate the dust

Renovating homelessness

According references to instants

Thanking receipts.

 

And the tears of my Mistress fell into the gutter

Which savagely drained into the river

Where women waited in flood.

 

The Trial:

 

The sea was as clear as white rum

But mucky barges lighted onwards

I carried my dunnage in my pocket

Pass the port, December,

With you old chap.

 

Amongst the gates dead soldiers lie

Amongst the death their bodies sigh

When touched by those afraid to die

And join the stench of sleep.

 

Touch, and the sun dies

Touch, and the wind hears

Show us God in the city’s dust

Another port, my love, another time.

 

The port is with you, December.

 

Touchstone waters and lifeblood of toyland

 

They will not listen and could not dance

And would not chance the dance

They will not fear and could not chance

And would not dance the dance

 

In the beginning was the violence of December

In the beginning was the violence of this silent cold December

In the beginning was the violence and the silence of December

 

My mistress began with the ocean

Then started on the sea

My Mistress began with the ocean

And then in December

In the silent cold December

My Mistress turned to me.

 

My Mistress began with the ocean

Then frolicked with the sea

She stunned the fluid silence

And then at last in December

My Mistress turned on me.

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART THREE

 

Enough

I scream enough

In my sleep I scream enough

Awake I scream enough

Whimsical volatile smiling

Between the boulders acrobat

And lengthener of knots.

 

Blow, blow you summer

Humility gone

Lost madness, kindling wind

Hail our redeemer save for her

Coarse recognised, save the corpse.

 

Of course, you have looked after yourself

My skin is pitted with dust in its pores

But see how well soaped is my hair.

And there where we once lay lies nothing

Not the cold earth of the grave

Not the empty times gone long spent

There lies nothing.

 

At the boundaries, here, a little more here,

And again here, where they stayed,

Were frightened lawyers huddling together for comfort

 

Such recognition

And passed as they stopped to hail with the passing.

Pour out with haste, much; much too late

And in the spiteful night

I did my best and stumbled on

It was so cold to stop and talk

Needed the desert monarch.

 

The end was a frame but Mistress

Why did you then stop laughing?

Sitting on the bed?

Counting with the Count

Take care take care

Over, over there.

 

Pour out into the spiteful night

There where the green hills fall

On the wall the setting sun

Down past spitting fighting town

They jumped and bumped the good men down

And over they tumble they call for a crown

They acrobat tumbling down.

 

Can you retract the good men?

Can you touch away and feel the sheets

Rubbing precious the good men?

 

Can they all disengage?

For the ladies who danced and laughed

And tangled the essence of drought

And sought to abort the endemic retort

Of the ladies so taut and distraught?

 

There, there, there is not enough

To feed all those who demand

For the silence is plenty and plenty enough

There, there, there, there, that’s enough

 

And the corn in the fields and the rice in the store

And the mice fed fat with the grain

And the holy men stop us arranging the corn

To the old and the young and new born.

There is not enough corn

There is not enough corn

To feed the demands of the born.

And we stop the parade

As the feel of the rain pours down its forlorn story

We will not witness this

And will not permit this

 

There cannot yet still be enough.

Count the faces that watch the parade

They are leaving and turning away

They are hurrying past

And are moving and fast they

Empty the streets and the stores.

 

The lonely man at the grand piano

Cannot play, hands tied and eyes burnt

Must not try to coax music out of the keys, she commands it.

And like a ball of fluff, blows away,

As neatly as dust.

 

 

 

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART FOUR

 

Here once more again:

The well trod books read until the pages fell out

The glue in their spines

Limpid now then stiff

Read them enough and you will

Kiss them

When you pick them up

 

How your wrists are strong

You can flush me hard

 

Never, never stop

And your little lines and the joy

We touched each other, never meant more

Smoothing blubber in your moods

Stiff and white and skinny

Eyes that hid your art

Teach me what you did to me girl

 

Sitting on trains

Waiting for my turns

Wanting nothing but to star

Rattling from side to side

 

Teach me with your mouth

Pressing your tenderness

Breasts you filled with smiles

Do what you never could bring yourself to do

Passing passing passing

In adulterous dreams

Turn away your hair

Toss your G String down

It is all there where you wanted

I am a drug but you are

Frightened to lower your mouth

You can fuck me well

How I hate your smell

 

Close to equal me

Mind touch stimulate you lending library

Without a penalty

Let me touch your breasts

Small confine the joy

Dance around my eyes

Athletic, I will toss aside my cares

 

If you promise to pick up my caution, guard it,

Return it with my heart

Eat my heart

 

For the ride was with the times well spent

And the touch of the slopes and the hill

And the thrust of the flow

And the stuttering joy and the run and the fun as I come

Yet the pleasures and thrills never measured to her

That I praise each day of my sentence

For the mistress who does not make love.

For the lady who does not make love.

The lady that lady this lady my lady the lady

Who does not make love

 

You should not write such: these are secrets

The ladies are married- their children even yet

Begin to explore the bodies they meet

It is not fair-they did not give you

What you forced for public exhibition

But my Mistress is jealous; she hates them all

Draws pictures to tease me of their faults

And will not let me ride again

She will not let me ride anew

 

Haunt me

Please.

 

Yet the pleasures and thrills never measured to her

That I praise each day of my sentence

For the mistress who does not make love.

For the lady who does not make love.

The lady that lady this lady my lady the lady

Who does not

Make

Love

 

 

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART FIVE

 

The Complaint:

We grow old together, she much older than me

Is young to all her suitors.

 

My bones ache.

Her face is lined, mine is wrinkled. The hair grows unevenly, and we

Fail to touch together as perfectly

As we

grow old together

 

There are places of fat around my waist,

I feel her bodyfat, touchingly

Seething with hate for the years that are gone

Because they left us

 

I hate them I hate them for failing to stay

Each day we are a little louder of each other

In our peculiar personal ways

 

I cannot fly

I take care when I climb the stair

I have grown careless of her

Still we dance stiffly

Cracking arthritic joints

Until the blood pours inside

To lubricate our dance

 

When we stop

Our bloods congeal

We stop arthritic

In our dance

O, I followed her into the mountain

Where her caves flowed into tunnels

Deep into the earth

Return into the earth

 

Let him return into the earth

From whence he came

He will be happy with his cold mother.

High above the earth her rivers flow

Between the hills and there below

 

The good mother earth stays her hand

To see the resting dancers stand

Trying to learn new dances

Trying to sing new songs

Trying to find a piece of earth

 

Where we can both belong

 

Bury her in the mountains

Bury her in the sea

Bury her when the dancing stops

Bury her inside me.

 

And she holds me

I hold my breath

Waiting for my edges to turn yellow.

 

We talked of many fine things

Treasures lay buried, pleasures lay there

We spun, wearing gossamer things

Forever would stay her, forever feel this

 

Lady, I call you to come

Lady I call you to stand at my side

Lady I call you to come

The waiting and hoping is nearly all done

 

Suffer not to him

Not like this you butchers bones

Too marrowless for gruel

And the dogs crawl quietly away when they smell

My cancer in the air

Illusions, yes, I will be well

 

Times long spent, hoping, clicking my fingers

Staring at the walls of so many different hospital rooms

When my life is completed

I shall be deleted

One way the fire

The other way the night

 

We talked of many fine things

Treasures lay buried, pleasures lay there

We spun, wearing gossamer things

Forever would stay her, forever feel this

 

Lady, I call you to come

Lady I call you to stand at my side

Lady I call you to come

The waiting and hoping is nearly all done

 

Lizards scatter here, in this dry place

Where we are ready to start the event.

This will not happen to you again

This is special my dear

 

See the fit, remarkably well

Thirty inches wide, and that is enough

None in extra large (the cancer does that)

None in anything you have worn before

For your size has now changed

And no-one will sleep with you now

Not even for money.

 

We talked of many fine things

Treasures lay buried, pleasures lay there

We spun, wearing gossamer things

Forever would stay her, forever feel this

 

Lady, I call you to come

Lady I call you to stand at my side

Lady I call you to come

The waiting and hoping is nearly all done

 

An insurrection in parts of my body

Succeeded in bringing down its governance

An unholy alliance of Churchmen and whores.

Together sipping our ancient sherry

Clinking our glasses of heavy sweet wine

Wishing for times when we had long hair

Stuttering as we walk upstairs more

Slowly than before

 

Five; I am five. I am alone and by myself in the world.

I can find no relief

In the ways of a thief

Or sleep in the nights of pastiche.

I once had a man

Who would lend me a world

If he had it to spare in his pockets

The favours are called

And he

is long gone;

I will buy him his tombstone tomorrow.

 

 

Pay my debts

Please pay what I owe; I will not repay it to you

Pay my debts

Clear my accounts; I need to continue to do.

The dwarf sat ready

For Darkness and Pain

promised to enter his lodgings again

The dwarf sat ready

What else could he do

Darkness and pain would see him through

Satan stood there outside the door

Satan cavorting with our dwarf’s whore.

 

Time to go time to sow

Time to turn your collars up

Before the wind blows.

 

 

LIFE WITH MY MISTRESS: PART SIX

 

15 January 1994:

A decade has succeeded Orwell

Senseless night, highest time,

All will calm our restlessness

Surround the girl, take her into your heart

Large young being coming into the bright

 

Wake it is time for action

Must not let the dull drag you down

Excuses, excuses I bring you money and you bring excuses

To prevent me from gathering

My feelings

I follow myself

(the lead man goes first)

watch me follow myself.

 

Brightness, cannot stand still

Let it all happen, whatever it will

It cannot destroy me, my destiny’s done

Whatever it chances I’ll find it has run

Two lives, one here where I worry and grope

One elsewhere where there is good fun and hope

 

To live in two bodies is not very hard

Watch me I do it with ease

Starlings flying west, towards the fibre satellite

One thousand flights of fancy in the night

The bird’s eyes see downwards the strangest of sights

The tops of the trees, the houses in plan

The scars of the earth on the body of man

Love child, love kind kindle in me

The feelings of pleasure of high majesty

The feelings of peace

From heaven on high

The feelings of love from the corners of her eyes

 

Let her wait, let her wait, there will once be a time

Let her wait for the city to swallow the lime

Let her wait for the corpse on the woods and the bell

That rings for us all let her wait for her hell.

 

Let her wait in her portrait, like all excellent wives

Let her wait with her message, and I’ll wait by her side.

 

Here we start the time

Now the clock runs

Like mice around the shelf

Or mantle capes and spices

Trigger

Turn

Sharp

 

We have to learn our lessons

We will achieve our lessons

To teach them to you

Yes, that is what we will do

We will sing them to you, my dear.

Faster, pull the boy fast

 

He drowns in the middle

Of his very own message

Pull the boy faster away

 

This is the time

When we will, being old

Remember and say what turned the tide

No matter it turned.

Pull the boy faster

He wants to learn.

(Forgive the Roc

For he has taught

Within the door

Intrusively)

 

Here now my dearest while we are young enough

Half way gone is more than half nearly done

Quite enough life in me left

 

Row the child towards tomorrow

Get him there today

Wind his watches clean his laces

Set him out to play

 

The river storms up and burst its banks

Flooding the lowland meadow

The cows are wet the cars are sunk the garden leaf a shadow

The cows are wet the cars are done

The starters will not work

 

There is fish in the milk and milk in the tank

And the river is full of mirth.

Quietly, you’ll disturb the dead

And you must not do that

The penalty is a life sentence.

 

Thus the teacher taught

Catechism daily spent itself

Learning its time as I stumbled under

 

The weight of the teacher;

We stumble asunder.

Modelling with the material

The right medium

The most effective communicator

:

I had a cat I moulded in clay and dust and ashes too

I tried to breathe life into her lungs

But failed I could not do

What the Almighty did

My breath weakened the cat

It grew longer and thinner

Its tail sprouted eight children

 

I doubted whether it loved me

My cat my instrument

Share her with me deep

Inside him his sinews his tendons

Her muscles wrapped in perfect

Athletic sheaves.

 

Little cat who made you?
Do you know who made you?

 

 

 

 

19 Responses

  1. I read some of your poems.
    I did not especially like them but they did not make me dislike you.
    I think there are probably some good lines, although what are the chances? Maybe your poems could be sung as songs without being too terrible. I think they got better as I read down the page but I didn’t read all of them.

    I came to your website to look at something about a central heating boiler.

    I hope you are happy.

    • Thank you for reading them. I wrote many of them to be spoken over music.

      Robert

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  2. lovely work. A bit too much to digest in one sitting; I’d love to see these posted separately–to enjoy incrementally. 🙂

    • This comment gave me great heart and encouragement. It was lovely of you to post it. Thank you.

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