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1976

 

 

 

                                                   1976

                                   I sat in the dark
                                   and wrote a poem
                                   about the moon
                                   across the floor

                                   in secret I had
                                   found the point

                                   I went to bed
                                   late and en-nerved
                                   and slept secure

 

 

 

part of >>> years
existing in … writing and being
meaning wormhole: easily

 

1972

 

 

 

                                                      1972

                                        rain-sprinkled tarmac
                           evening shop lights petrol rainbow
                                 in the gutter

 

 

 

part of >>> years
evening wormhole: let us mauve a whirl       elongated

 

1967

 

 

 

                                1967

                deep vermillion streaked
                with lemon purple between
                the dull olive silhouette
                of rooftops wires and cornices

 

 

 

part of >>> years
olive wormhole: Saturday / afternoon
1967 wormhole: chartless …
lemon wormhole: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute
purple wormhole: 1975
vermillion wormhole: looking for Lester

 

1969

 

 

 

                                1969

                slippy ruts
                sky puddles
                but mud-spatter
                up to the thighs

 

 

 

part of >>> years

 

1955

 

 

 

                      1955

                      two-tone shoes
                                brown with cream sides
                      beside the parked car
                                cream with brown seats
                      by the pavement
                                raised and crowded
                      on the dirt road
                                flat and receding
                      through poles cables and signs
                                on colonial buildings
                      so much difference
                                to the ever-rising hills

 

 

 

1976

 

 

 

                                                                      1976

          watching the moonlight work across the shag carpet for the first time

 

 

 

part of >>> years

 

1969

 

 

 

                                                                      1969

                                   her face like a plate
                                   her smile like a smirk
                                   her voice said “table”
                                   over my shoulder

                                   smelled of wet mouth
                                   I kissed the mouth of
                                   Emma Peel breathing
                                   her heady scalp

 

 

 

part of >>> years

 

1961 – Marilyn

 

 

 

                               1961 – Marilyn

                               slanting rain
                               against the single palm
                               against the patio door
                               on the sandstone flags
                               by the grey grey pool

 

 

 

part of >>> years

1964

 

 

 

                                     1964

                                there were ways
                                through the borders
                                of the white carpet

                                between the tendrils
                                and flowers onto
                                the black tar boards

 

 

 

part of >>> years

a scene from >>> Ramsden Heath

1977

 

 

 

                                                                      1977

rain falling so heavy it made circular ripples in the sheet of water already across the road.   In the morning the paper said the King is Dead

 

 

 

part of >>> years

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