Melange 3

The Last Bawdy Suet

The distance between here and there

runs the length of a bar,

optics at half measure.

Squint, accordingly, sharp cut of your hair

asymmetric to hide the eye.

Fag pinchclenched behind your back.

Hot gaze toasts rare steaks,

blueblooded skirt and flank,

sparsely seasoned, seared by your stare

as they flex over tables. Make the break.

You steer your interest to rump.

Meanwhile, scrape up carbonised leavings

griddled and scorched, burger bun shaped

, all hands to the beer pump,

dreaming of droit de seigneur.

Sept '10

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Mirage

Rolling dunes all look alike.

In the sussuration between

silence and Scirroco,

I search for a memory.

Find only a soft impression

of sensation, once embedded.

Gone, as grains shift

in the grateful breath of a new day.

Sept 12 ed 26.11.12

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Post Apocalyptic Broadcasting Corporation

Breeze blocks and tallow candles,

we survive Policy and meltdowns

by sacrificing the odd goat.

Light our way with their difference,

despair and bodyfat.

Wicks trimmed, we keep our heads down.

But the deadlines, dead faces, type faces

shout an imperative: Get the story out there,

spiked for the lionised, browsing.

Sept 12

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Simone's Legacy

Black coffee and Gauloise, at Seventeen the world was ours

with a shared copy of De Beauvoir and a bacon sandwich.

From elevated seating in the shopping centre,

waves of humanity crashed on barriers of vision.

We hooted derision at the suck and pull of coves

labelled fashion, press of the new.

Ten per cent discount for students;

no discrimination of who perused or pursued.

We thought we'd change society and its squamous cell

like growth on the face of the Earth

forgetting metasases, ignorant of our own betrayal,

yet to manifest, part of the whole.

Oct '12 ed 26.11.12

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Don't forget your deodorant

Why would I want to bench press dead weight.

Symbolic, circular, blank faces don't smile

whisked up into shared grace, warm embrace

of childhood, roseate candy-tuft, full

in the bloom of sun-charmed youth.

Why would I strain on running mill fit for hamsters,

my legs quiver for hills, unforgiving of any ill,

they welcome all to swarm dark crevice,

rise with gravid swell, run their ridge

as they thrust to the light.

Why would I need approval for shape,

gained in artifice, doing without meaning;

my mind braces itself for lost moments.

They will come. I paint white lines,

take my exercise in marks,

for those yet to know.

Oct '12 ed 26.11.12

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Radio Sign

Bounce sound off clouds, context is all.

Where a comfort blanket swaddles

construction and deconstruction.

Lennon calls, from his silver lining.

Meaning lost under fluffy hummocks.

Oct 12

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Dear Diary

No crackle from damp leaves,

slow to burn. Smoke uncurls

like a backslash between then

and now; a shade of thought,

an edge of hindsight.

Pyre of dreams,

soundless.

January '13

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Aquila Lens

I told my mother of you, how you walk the Earth

with a single eye.

Child of mountains, son of snowfall,

you sing me a sky beyond my reach;

range and view of eyrie and nook

relieve mazed crux of joint at base.

In each glimpse, I fly,

feathers un-scorched as Icarus

triumphant.

I would bring those wings to her.

March '13

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Linger

Dregs of a day drip from crystal bicuspids;

an ice witch.

Unseasonable charms, in slow melt.

Low light semblance of youth.

March '13

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.....But what does a Poem do?

..... cling, a bur on fur, or tight curled wool schooled,

herded through a country's gates or urban hedgerow's barb and thorn

. ..... skitter on breeze, whipple and whoop

in paraglide drop to who knows what.

..... explode a mirth at lightest touch, girth,

a tempt for tweak and pinch, giggles spread

on banks and turf, unwelcome jest from warmer earth

 ..... plump themselves in sugared flesh, tempt in russets,

scents and dressed as morsels for all ever-mouths;

..... pass, untouched, to rest in dirt until they bloom and fruit again.

..... chewed upon, inner score might spread

in tune instead of seeds, flourish whole, in deeds. May 2013 ===================================================

Mulch

I feel my curl

into shape-shifting sleep.

Spines raise,

snuffle and rustle

nose undergrowth;

russet in darkness.

Hunt and drowse

in must and spore.

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Sulphur

Worn out strife, fires up dark billows.

Blow demons high in sallow clouds,

yellow against the moon.

We threw lavender heads on the blaze

a scent of peace and sleep.

Morning glazed, State and man,

bleary-eyed blink through fog.

Soggy husks of volcanic promise

litter the lawn.

edited into collection 06.11.13

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Prism.

Long,

you shaved your words
to flint point;

worked them, that when
rediscovered,

credence would not
allow a tool

be mistaken for ought
but art of a man.

Wrong.

edited into collection  12.03.14

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Traces.

…

Our time is not measured

by paces in-between,

it races by impression, 

marks of those who have been.

edited into collection 17.03.14

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Shrine for a Knife (edit)

Once, a hot-air lantern

blew across my landscape,

stole my vision,for a moment,

tethered thought to transient glow.

A motherly breeze whisked the false light

out of sight,

flapped my coat around me,

dressed me in her sigh.

Cheap paper-wire frame chokes

another beast of burden,

in another field.

O blow wind, blow.

edited to collection 15.04.14

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