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Woodquay

signets swimming in river

with mother 

ducks and seagulls

surrounding and fussing 

over these babies

and father in fighting stance

one signet

hops on mothers back

and pokes his fuzz head

through her feathers

to make

a two headed swan

the others get jealous

Think of Me In Dim Light

think of me in dim light

when the dark of night

confuses me with him

think of me in times of mystery

as if i were a whim

think of me should you let go

of everything you hold

think of me as hanging on

to something that is old

think of me the way you did

as if right now is gone

think of me then and now 

think of me on and on

i think of you in dim light

when the dark of night

confuses love with you

i think of you in times of mystery

as if you were a clue

i think of you when i dont let go

of anything i hold

i think of you as hanging on

though that thought is bold

i think of you the way i did

like past carried along

i think of you now and then

when quiet days are done

in  dim light

when the dark of night 

confuses truth with fiction

Haiku- a haon

awake before birds

into a pond of morning

alarm stole my dreams

Without Plan

drank a monster can

listening to Chopin

eyes spin like a fan

tomorrows exam

so to cram

itll be grand

nocturnes and

handwriting without thought or plan

while the pian-

o plays with soft touch of a gentleman

notes hang in my head  a dangling orangutan

while i slip like sand

through fingers or liquid through coland-

er still without  plan

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I Am Deluded

all those hints are there beneath the crust

a complete set of clues to suss out

but these lack of words feel like a ruse or just

a new way to discuss doubt

without alluding to those ambiguous

and quiet refusals to speak out loud

but it could come out of the blue

into the the thought process of wanderlust

but i wonder can we even adjust

when compromise provides a time to revise

those age old issues of truth and trust

when it seems our mixing would end 

in suspension and not solution

and we are just incongruous

and it yet it feels so boom or bust

a self revenue i must accrue to find a way

to ride the waves in the quickness of a gust

Gurlll

it will never happen 

this time or ever more

only but to try again

will end just like before

friends are only friends

but you are something more

speak to me and i will listen

you make it hard to ignore

the messages you send

are sometimes pained and sore

you cant put me on the mend

to shoot me up and score

i was driven round the bend

the engine made a roar

all outside did blur and blend

the pedal to the floor

but it goes away so fast when

washed out from the shore

eroded by the sea and wind

right down to the core

you say it is like this with men

they give you what you ask for

but you refused what you needed then

love should not be implored

Joandlords House

smoke came out into the room

like milk into tea

in thick muscular white but the smell 

was pine and soap 

when it touched the ceiling it met it

as if it were two football teams shaking hands

the room was a mess 

so was i a mess

i came and went and took on age 

and dropped myself back into a kind of youth 

every other couple of seconds

and in the laziness of the air and the 

unknown happenings of thoughts 

we made jokes and laughs burning boxes

Chopin and Bang

i cycled my bike away from

the busy street full of bags

and buggies and umbrellas

with music in my head thudding

from a half broken mp3 player

no brakes and handlebar loose

as spaghetti i tried

to get around people 

off the path and on again

when i hit a curb

the back wheel exploded 

i had to leave the bike locked 

against a tree by the canal