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Captive Still. . . I hold you cherished in my memory You are not gone while you still dwell there, In dreams and crystal moments We still can walk together Talking about everything and nothing, You are still full rendered Within my heart of hearts, For time is truly captured there Where pollen motes hang [...]

No Stone Unturned . . When you look back On a life well lived Don’t question the worth Of the time you have spent Why measure your path By those things others see Why judge what you are Using the popular measures Rather look back to view The footsteps that you left Each time you [...]

Invisible Bird . . I know that it is with me, All my life I have felt the air That flows beneath it’s wing. Deep within my dreams The subtle susurration of the moves It’s feathers make still calls. This invisible bird That moves before my eye Can catch it’s lines, But I have seen [...]

Crows . . Due to a Christmas surfeit I put out a load of chopped up turkey Onto the wall to feed the crows They are squabbling over it The noise is tremendous Naughty little cannibals . .

Flying Saucers. . It was many years ago But we did it frequently On odd impulsive evenings When the stars sparkled It took a whole bottle of whiskey And lots of warm clothes We would lie there flat out upon the grass Gazing upwards at the heavens Quick swigs at the whiskey bottle Would keep [...]

The Kingdom Of Long Long Ago. . . Childhood seems like another world Far off and made of imagination Was it really me who lived there A little child in a puzzling place I now see it as a dream of sorts Where I can visit unannounced . .

My Cat. . As a child I loved my cat He was a friend Who kept me warm Asleep between my thighs In a cold winter bed . .

He Knows Which Side His Bread Is Buttered On. . He does not like a weepy film But watches anyway He’s got no taste for shopping But he follows me all day Sometimes there’s football on the box He does not get to see And when I’ve been with girlfriends I’m too drunk to make [...]

Winter. . . Bony fingers dipping In a Payne’s Gray palette Seeping cloudy lemon At the edge of crushed And weeping grass Dripping with liquid shit . .

Origami. . I watched it Flipping in the gutter, A flash of creamy wings Seeming to fly But only for a second. My heart was caught Helpless like the bird That showed itself to be An old discarded wrapper Empty at the roadside. It’s not the first time That I’ve been fooled this way, But [...]

Once Upon A Time. . . One step behind The memories Faded like violets Tissue folded sharply In a darkened drawer In a corner of my mind . .

Only The One Chance. . . Isn’t it sad That all the things We never said Are truly dead . .

In Like Flynn. . Why was his world not right His beauty brought him small delight He scoured the world Took his pick it seemed Cleared Hollywood of empty dreams. This man could write, excite, ignite Delight in all who saw his light. Did rampant drugs provide the soul A woman’s tender flesh the whole. [...]

A winter’s tale. . The light was beautiful as we climbed the Tor. Everything seemed lemon tinted. The sky so low you could touch it. Our lips were too chilled to kiss so we held hands and smiled. When we got to the top the view spread out before us and we suddenly saw the [...]

Promises To Keep. . . In the darkest corners Of my heart I keep many secrets. Not all of them are wanted But all of them are truly mine. . .

Blind Man. . . You may not Be a blind man But you have No ability To truly see the whole truth And nothing but . .

Heavy Shoes. . . She sat in bed permanently. Though she never left the bedroom She walked with heavy shoes Through every space in my life. Rifling through my emotions Heedlessly, mixing up my tidy piles Of memories and future plans. . .

.Making Your Mind Up. . . It seems our argument Is not a shared one Your state of indecision Is most definitely gone . .