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Poem: After Polio.

After Polio. . . In those days, when Polio struck It went on with it’s grim purpose. It meant a year in the Pauper’s ward With it’s very limited visiting rules In terms of visitors allowed and allotted times. He was strong and he did survive But with a lifelong remembrance Of that victory, in […]

Poem: If You Go down In the woods Today.

If You Go Down In The Woods Today. . . As I walked through the woods I actually saw a couple Having a picnic together And they were stark naked. It was like a french painting. I hope that they enjoyed their moment Because I most certainly did. . .

Poem: Sum Total.

Sum Total. It is a consequence That I did not expect. You spend your time looking For a free, speedy, zipless fuck And you end up in love, With a woman, a mortgage and a life. . .

Poem: Hey.

Hey. . Hey, how can I know nothing about you Yet at the same time know everything. Perhaps, this is the apex of our time, So everything from here on in will be less Than this sum of all our parts and needs. I think I had this picture of perfection And the face I […]

Poem:Red Nails.

Red Nails. . . I always thought that old people had disgusting feet because they didn’t care about long yellow nails and cracked heels. I did not realize that their problem is more likely to be that they simply cannot see well enough, or bend down low enough to actually look at them properly, so […]

Poem: All The World’s A Stage.

All The World’s A Stage. . . It is like a West End hit With everyone’s part down pat, Moving only to the correct crosses, Giving out the scripted responses. It is a comfortable stage With pre-prepared characters. I don’t know that I really have a desire To find out who these people really are […]

Poem: Lost Sheep.

Lost Sheep. . . He is a little lost sheep Through no fault of his own, Out beyond the locked gate of the pen Prey to the sharp teeth of isolation, Alone in an unknowing world. Please rescue and return him In a condition as good as new, Safe in the world of the functioning. […]

Poem: The Ronettes Had Nothing On Us.

The Ronettes Had Nothing On Us. . Valerie and I spent numerous hours In the white tiled public toilets Near the wrought iron park gates. We would sit there for hours Singing all the latest hits. If we had been as good as we thought We could have been totally famous And owned the whole […]

Poem: Exocet

Exocet. . . Why, when we share a double bed, Do I wake up in the mornings Perched upon the vertiginous edge of the mattress With you lying flush against me Obdurate in your solid bulk Your clenched fist and elbow bullying me, Unable to move even one small inch In any possible direction except […]

Poem: Maze Of Delights.

Maze Of Delights. . . There is a rare place Found between the waking And the soundly asleep. A realm behind closed eyes, Full of connections to everywhere, With archaeological And finely preserved moments. Sometimes so lost in that landscape That there seems no point in returning To the more normal ante-room. . .