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Terminal

TERMINAL

The conductor cries out
“End of the line! All change!”
Passengers wake up
Look round for their possessions
But no pockets in a shroud

Memoirs

MEMOIRS

A story or two
They’d tell out
These folded fingers
If gifted a fresh blush of
Lips, palate, tongue

A blessing this perhaps
Or rather more a curse
Or better still the both
A confession, an absolution
Each sat astride its mirror

Hubris swallowed, spat out
These crablike fingers
Clutching at straws
While nearby a camel
Patiently awaits a breaking

Oh, what a story
They would spill
Then two then three
Then four than five
These mottled fingers

Dreams Of Glory

DREAMS OF GLORY

Hope springs eternal
While empires decay and die
Without being mourned

Twilight’s Last Gleaming

TWILIGHT’S LAST GLEAMING

Let us stroll now this empty orchard
Gone out of season and out of time
Grasp poetry, physics, the perfect rhyme*
To toast the Doctor’s magic pilchard†
A heavenly couple’s life is hard
S’not all apples, there’s sweat and grime
And groping in the dark and slime
With nothing sure left behind to guard

Cast out of the bright garden and left alone
Adam’s apple crumbles leaving merely bone
Always was a throaty tickle mainly subliminal
The doctor’s bobs in uttering the word “terminal”
In God they trust, in palliative they clutch
And this and that and so and such

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* … our favourite Time Lord who had been teaching everything from poetry to physics – “they’re the same thing, same rhymes” …

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/tv/2017/04/16/doctor-series-10-episode-1-review-pearl-mackies-sweet-bill-potts/

† “Once, long ago, a fisherman caught a magic haddock. The haddock offered him three wishes in return for its life. The fisherman said, “I’d like for my son to come home from the war. And a hundred pieces of gold.” The problem is, the magic haddock, like robots, don’t think like people. The fisherman’s son came home from the war, in a coffin. And the king sent a hundred gold pieces in recognition of his heroic death. The fisherman had one wish left. What do you think he wished for? Some people say he should have wished for an infinite series of wishes, but if your city proves anything, it is that granting all your wishes is not a good idea. […] In fact, the fisherman wished he hadn’t wished the first two wishes.”

– The Doctor.

https://www.tvfanatic.com/quotes/once-long-ago-a-fisherman-caught-a-magic-haddock-the-haddock-off/

Current Address

CURRENT ADDRESS

We breathe in
We breathe out
We breathe
Until we don’t

Updated Wedding Vows

UPDATED WEDDING VOWS

Accompany me
Till I am overcome by
Death or dementia
Being no longer of use
I release you from your vow

Maypole

MAYPOLE

In
Out
In
Out
What’s
It
All
About?

The Big Choice

THE BIG CHOICE

Time to realise
that fundamental question
your inner voice asks
will never be “Yes or no?”
But rather “Now or later?”

Making Art

MAKING ART

Everything breathes
As if but as a fiction
As is even a notion of time

For all this roaring
This Trumpetting horrorscope
Is in Truth both quite illusory
And also long long past
Long fixed in sticky time while

Fixed as the Mona Lisa
I step back to reflect
Or else lose myself

In my imaginings
Of the meaning
Of her smile while
While death creeps
On tiptoes nearer

Reassurance

REASSURANCE

No coincidence
Morning precedes the unknown
Just so with mourning