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Tres Riches Heures
Janvier Warm and be ready at my tables of obedience all shall sup. Fevrier The goodwife has fed the pecking crows and shares the warmth of centuries. Mars Oh fair Melusine do not haunt my red-roofed tower. Avril Gather now the first flowers of the Spring and clothe the betrothed in their colour. Mai As […]
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The Midnight Thoughts of Septimus C
Living in the ice house I have grown used to the rape fields But not their colour Colour disturbs the monochrome mind. In the distance two trees Pretend they are green To please the flowers Who read well With the aid of mirrors. Recently I have begun to question my parentage We are all […]
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The Next Station is Covent Garden
Where I will meet a friend In a coffee house And we will swop hats
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Racing
I did not travel to Upminster On the day my daughter Travelled to Minster As I was feeling down
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Stratford International
As the train stops a billboard informs me that I can rent onethousandmoviesinstantly but I only think of you counting the clouds in hop fields as they journey to France where we will meet them as we sip coffee at Gare de Champagne-Ardenne and discuss Satre and TGVs A recluse stares at me from […]
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queensroadpeckham
adesignertrainstoppedatthestationtoday itsdarkbluecarriagescausedsomeheadstoturn suchisthemadnessofhissummerart
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SaleNowOn
When passing a line of sale garments in a departmental store a white blouse trimmed in red said to me “I know of your younger years citizen” Cheaper clothes are so dysfunctional 1984
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Schiele’s Model
Eyes, rough rage raw reflect the veiled wash nakedness of her age angled limbs and gold garlands greet the passive pudenda of her cold chiffon smile 1976
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Prayers Continued by Horatio Prettijohn
A Wessex Prayer (Continued) God bless me and me wife Me son John and his wife Us four No more In the event of fire dear Lord Do not save the sheep As their slovenly habits Doth make me weep Us four, no more The Servant Maids Prayer (Continued) O Lord have I got […]
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Maps Discussing Mortality
Leslie and Lionel As we sat on the cliff edge admiring our freedom A man in a passing barrel urged us to jump He said we would suffer no injury But we misunderstood him and returned home In My Brothers House As I climbed the stairs In my brothers house My hat blew off […]