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Secret Love

SECRET LOVE

Let us
Forever
Take care
What we reveal
Until
Breath held
We take the plunge

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

Backstory

BACKSTORY

She had tattoos, she said
I’d have to pay to see
But then I’m miserly
Rather squeamish besides

Appearances

APPEARANCES

A heavy burden
To smile all the live long day
True face hid from sight

Walking The Dog

WALKING THE DOG

I have a black dog
I hide away from people
In his lightless kennel
He would attack them
Savage them to death
Given half a chance

But some days
I have to walk the dog
No choice I’m afraid
Roles suddenly switch
He becomes the top dog
It’s his turn to take the lead

His loss and pain exposed
I can never fail but love him
Despite his murderous eyes
After a walk, perhaps a bark or two
He can be mastered once more
Kennelled in the silence

In the end though
He is my only companion
My only reliable friend
I call him Consolation
Even on the blackest of days he reminds me
There’s always death to look forward to

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