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An Immoral Eye
Although I came from nothing I now control a major company And am still travelling upwards Miss Patterson was the teacher Who pushed me and pushed me To achieve what I have achieved But this came at a price As she had an immoral eye And regretted nothing
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The Lovers/Maye and Lion
I was waiting for the London Train It was running almost an hour late My children Maye and Lion Were playing snakes and ladders In the shadows of the afternoon The lovers dreading their parting Were looking into each others eyes
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The Cell
Long after you had left me I could smell your perfumes In my restricted cell This brought me a comfort That I had never experienced You are my violet spring
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The Great Eclipse
Will appear as the morning fades My nameless companion Is planning to meet me on the ancient tower She has decided to wear Her white and olive dress
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Respiro Lounge
I am pausing for breath as our room is very humid She is the cousin of my business partner Who insisted on visiting the consulate with me At present she is reading my latest book The Great Witness on a sparse wooden chair Sweat trails are still glistening On her exposed shoulders
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Blind Voices in Markets /This is Not a Performance Poem
Blind voices in markets Sound blurred even on wet days Muffled heavy and totally unclear This is not a performance poem
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Driftwood
Fresh from the sea Still damp A future conversation piece Riddled with worm holes Its inhabitants long drowned Jane and I are sitting On a wooden bench Eating cheese and lettuce sandwiches The light although bright is fading As the cool sea breezes Begin to confuse In a few short weeks The air will fill […]
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The Wreck of the Sea Glass
The Sea Glass was wrecked off of Aztec Beach but there was no trace of the three man crew From my house on the hill I could make out the now beached Sea Glass lying on the flat sandy beach The police had cordoned off the wreck and I could see their tapes blowing in […]
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Kingsdown in Winter
The promenade is showing The damage of recent storms There is shingle resting everywhere Where it was thrown in violence By the anger of the sea
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Illuminated Dogs
Last night quite late I walked along the beach path Photographing the Snow Moon But I was interrupted by dogs With illuminated collars Red Yellow Blue and Green
