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Silent Sky Blue
I often travel Unconsciously Into my Silent sky blue Memories As I face The bitter winds Alone On this raw And wretched beach
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Glass Warrior
My wife is sitting in front of our sea facing window She is wearing her blue silk pajamas The room temperature is about twenty-five degrees The temperature outside our window is minus five There is a savage north-easterly ice wind Blowing diagonally across the grey green sea My beautiful wife is a glass warrior Whose […]
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Raw East Wynd
In all my days of memory I cannot recall Such a savage wynd The beach was totally deserted But my thin lips Betrayed a smile As I knew that the soft spring wynds Were not far away In the shadows of this raging beast Pale Fire Garance and I were drawing the heat From […]
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Lunch Hour
As I walked along the path by the railway track A pebble-dashed underground train passed me at speed Which was strange in itself as they are usually red Then my lunch hour turned even stranger As I soon discovered that the underground train Had turned into a common coffee machine It was when I was […]
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l’appel du vide
In about an hour the cops Will have caught up with me They are closing in from all sides I am trapped on this icy beach The deadly east winds Pistol whip my already injured face But I feel no pain The sea is hostile and lacks music No beast so fierce but knows some […]
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Compassion
You were there When I needed you That is all that matters You bathed my wounds And found room for me In your fathers house Alice Cox 1934
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Morning Bath
I always bathe before breakfast So that I can watch my dreams Sail away on a thousand ships Sometimes you join me in the bath And I pleasure you with my tongue Before washing you gently with a silk red sponge But today I am alone in the resting waters It is snowing […]
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Waiting for the Snow
Simon du Gard is waiting for the snow to arrive This has been promised by many He has never seen snow on a beach And is worried about the light
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Surrealism and the Beach
I often go to the nude beach with the vicar’s daughter From a distance we can see a row of shops I am told that they are a Marxist collective The vicar’s daughter is totally uninhibited Unlike her sister who is a nun She often feels the heat When we are on the beach […]
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Out of Order
Out of order what does it really mean Is it that you are out of order And that I am going to punch you on the nose Does it mean that the lift to the sixth floor Is out or order And that I will have to use the stairs Or that my […]