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Memory Resides

In an April sky Memory resides… Clouds of renegade Gray Remind me of a time A city after the blitz A city pulled asunder Streets still in bits Of bread laced with Dripping When less than a shilling Got you … Continue reading

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This Room Sits

The room with a view Architecture and politics Looks down Upon the minions of a city Now, the noise has gone Except, for the dripping Tap That soft inflection …voices Drinkers after work This room sits Innocent But a witness … Continue reading

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Except for the Day’s Ghost

The best time of the day Is the train journey To the city Is the moment the building Empties And regains its integrity Is the scene from the third flor Window View uninterrupted….. A sky boundless Hosting an unhindered timeline … Continue reading

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Swollen

Sky is moving Swollen Silent beast Landscape slumbers Winter sleep City train travels Pricks the grey-ness With its steel Trees are brooding In the silence Wet with melancholy Whispers There is a gathering…. Elemental arrival Imminent Hiss and spit Sun … Continue reading

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Dripping with Poetry

my working days tend to end with cups of coffee swallowing minutes with sips of cappuccino observing from a safe distance usually! the autumn evenings still warm yet I’m reluctant to leave the city or at least the cafe staring … Continue reading

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No, Not Today

a sip of coffee a mood pressing on my forehead a view a busy pavement those buildings across the street the city traffic moving slowly the sound of rubber hiss and crease along the street a conversation at the next … Continue reading

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On A Cold Slab Of Concrete

i was reading poetry in my head as the bus aquaplaned along the city’s quays heading for the train station with little time to spare but i remember the bus was smelly wet clothes over damp bodies stale perspiration escaping … Continue reading

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Like Leaves Left To Rot

train journey daydreaming to the city wishing almost…. hoping the sun will not renege desert us while we sleep recurring fragments thoughts of 1968 a page of archive written with invisible ink across a blue belated sky i hold my … Continue reading

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The Colour of Virginity

those silent clouds are leaving the city heading west perhaps to the ocean skywalkers celestial dream catchers secretive passing over the deeds of men carrying the tears of the earth innocent in white floating wads of cotton wool but only … Continue reading

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In The City

the air is more than warm warmer as the afternoon grows long city traffic is punishing the street the roars mechanical beasts the blowing of horns the sound of brakes squealling like pigs a thousand pairs of feet pounding the … Continue reading

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