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Hearts

HEARTS

He plays the queen of hearts
She moves her castle – Check
Though she has a queen too
They play two different games

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catatonic love poem

catatonic love poem

when i was blind boy
stevie wonder
your glasses touched me
for evermore

making the decisions
working in the light
you saw clearly
and cried for me (once)

in transition
(temptations/psychesoul)
you bought your contact lenses
went dabbing at watering eyes

and now i am diana ross
untouchable
it is holy thursday
and i will love you

till the frames of your contact lenses
have rusted away

Postprandial Pals

POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

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

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

Masque Balls (Republished)

MASQUE BALLS

Waking dreams, flights of fancy;
mind’s eyes bright as phantasy,
conjoined twins wax ecstatic.
Tripping lightly the old fantastic,
“To battle!” both genders cry,
as ladies, painted, bustle slyly by,
caught up in nature’s rapture,
discreetly intent on decorous capture;
while line on line of plumed hussars
– Theirs not to reason why – give forth huzzahs.

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Musings on the mating game.

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

A Role In The Hey

A ROLE IN THE HEY

Hey after all
My life could be worse
I could be you

Hey after all
You life could be worse
You could be me

Hey after all
Our life could be better
We could be one together

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