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Formernesses Recalled

FORMERNESSES RECALLED

“Is it up?” she wantonly cried
I knew not how and yet
For lost were we in that
Conjecture manifest

… Untongued

… Momentarily

… Eternally

I knew not how and yet
Still know not yet
In retrospect

Grasping at straws as I may
As any of us ever may
This camel’s broken back
Added to the score

Adieu
Godspeed

Re: Virginity

RE: VIRGINITY
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..For Ms Harris
Whatever’s precious
Though gone in a flash remains
This place, this moment

Dust

DUST

So much, oh so much
Sits here on the shelf
Mainly gathering dust now

We gathered so much
For we were earning so much
Neither driving nor drinking

Let us buy music we thought
Not only does it move the heart
But is still around in the morning

Uninvited years now come and gone
Leave no one left to blame for that
Least of all all this clogging dust

Jazz Me Do

JAZZ ME DO

Memory splinters … Splinters linger on
Orphaned … Amputated … Alien
Earlier hellbent … Later bent
Like a banana
Like a tasty adventure
Up … Behind … To infinity and beyond

Like the neighbour who
Spotting the Buddha in the back garden asks
“What’s wit’ monk?”

Like a glance above wondering
In this boundless blossoming heaven
“What’s wit’ bird?”

What’s wit’ Bird?
Variations on a theme
Came a long long way to end up here
To land up here wondering
“What’s wit’ Miles
What’s wit’ all these miles an’ miles?”

Masks Of The Crustacean (Republished)

MASKS OF THE CRUSTACEAN

I would say the secrets of my soul
Yet trust no one to their hearing
Some keep silence, some keep talking
When they find they have nothing to say
And the fulfilled don’t write

Lame excuses and sprung steel alibis
Meshed fast in the complexities of pain
(Only my pleasures are simple)
Masks of the crustacean
Designed to reveal what they disguise

Playing at love like a game of chess
Not well, not badly, just lazily
Without due regard to the consequences of my moves
Reading too many fairy tales
And kissing far too many frogs

The generous truth is a beggar to find
Buried deep among the unsuspected cruelties of the small print
(When God finished the world
He saw that it was perfect
… And then of course He began wondering what to do next … )

Security in a pound note, safety in a pin
The tired old trumpeting of Church and State
Magic is afoot but the world’s gone metric
(Electric) and Securicor scares
The light fades, the air is flat and stale

The rain beats against the glass
Nights and days an endless tapeloop
Of supermarket muzak
Brush its teeth and put it to bed
The well-oiled programs run

Asleep within the fractured eye of my attention
Life, well-travelled, opens and closes around me
Here and there embroidered with a flower
The footsteps I follow through the blizzard of my memories
Are my own

Keepsake

KEEPSAKE

Here am I
Memorising
A present as a past
A past as a present – My
Own ouroboros am I
A memory maker
Making more
Making do

Derision

DERISION

Etched as in acid
Undeserved childhood tattoos
Still silently burn

Stage Four

STAGE FOUR

I love you
You’re forgetful now
With chemo
And all that
So I wrote it on paper
Hope you understand

Biographer (24a)

BIOGRAPHER

Way back then
Before all of this
Remember
If you can
How simple life used to be
Before all of this

~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadorma November

Realisation And Mindfulness (17b)

REALISATION AND MINDFULNESS

Returning
To the computer
In a flash
Realised
A moment of mindfulness
Left glasses upstairs

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Shadorma November

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