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Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

It is never too late
To say your peace
Unless of course
You leave it too late

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Post Mortem

POST MORTEM

Here we is
(Here moving with I still)
Questions meet answers
Hand on hand
(A Rubik’s Cube)
But (Praise Jah)
We’s escaped Google’s dread grasp

Lynne’s Demise

LYNNE’S DEMISE

Gone you are now then
Flowers are all that remains
I can offer you

Resolve

RESOLVE

May we enjoy
And openly share

Shed light
Add warmth

All around, always
While we still may

Like Blood, Like Water

LIKE BLOOD, LIKE WATER

Love is like
Blood … is like water
It brings life
If it stops
Flowing then there’s stagnation
Putrefaction, death

Zero Hour Still

ZERO HOUR STILL

Limping along
Weeping and leaking
Hung from a meat hook
Dripping the odd twisting Ought
The vague Maybe, Could have, Should have
Hung here alongside that (first) wife
…..(Wife X; Wife Ex)
Who found herself a better deal
…..(Till he left her for her own best friend
…..Karma, do I hear you think?
…..But don’t let’s be petty)
And this (second) wife
…..(Wife Y; Wife Why?)
Slowly dying after our thirty-plus years

But then aren’t we all three – and all – ageing by degrees?
While languidly reviewing – in our less distracted moments
(mainly imagined after all in one way or another)
A past or two … or three … or four …
How are we after all? Ageing or raging?
Hell, what does the odd letter matter over the decades?
The shifting sifting sand? The personal eggtimer?
Down done drowning in the one unknowing inevitable
Still mainly well intended while well off the mark
Ho hum … Ho hum … Mea culpa

So cruelly mean in the mean time
Milhaud plays on the play machine
For better or for worse
Here a moment
There a moment
Gone … Gone … Gone
Still forced to be here
Forced to go there
The Force is with us
Everywhere
I like this, I like that
Still, who cares what I like?
Yes, who cares what I like?

Still

Terminal II

TERMINAL II

He does the shopping now
Getting out is too much
But we don’t mention that
At least there are flowers

The new snowdrops are out
As the fresh year spins on
Words like splendour, wonder
Set amongst all this pain

Modern Love, Modern Death

MODERN LOVE, MODERN DEATH

Dead now Bowie of course
While we are not … Not yet
Just standing in the queue
While distracting ourselves

The Other Shore

THE OTHER SHORE

I look forward to
Laughing together, planning
Our next adventure

Reckoning

RECKONING

The day comes
(If you are still here)
When you look
All around
And see all those favourite
Books, discs, videos

The ace ones
You’re not done with yet
Retained to
Revisit
Though if you started today
There wouldn’t be time

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