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Human limitation

With three months alone to

My own mind and body, the

Lifting pressure of other

People’s expectations becomes

A memory, for dreams.

The space is everywhere

Now, my brain recalibrates,

Moving old files to trash,

Dumping them off on the

Way to the park.

I appreciate the improbability,

Improbability is dead, long

Live improbability. Now,

Anything will happen. The

Worst always finds a new

Home, the best is yet to die.

The truth matters only in

Our human minds, the Earth

Sees us for who we are and

Wonders at our extraordinary

Lack of common sense.

Back stage romance

I know they think

Less of me because

I am not seen with you

A single woman

A single human

A strange thing

A heavy thing

A pack animal

Alone.

A flat plain

An empty pan

A loose string.

And so alone we go

And it goes on and on

Like Herbie Hancock

Playing to himself,

Cooking music on his stove

Avoiding all the expected notes.

Quiet panic

The heat has taken our

Breath away, has robbed us 

Of free will. Everything must

Tilt towards the coolness

Between our self and this.

But where is it?

She is angry, she is raging 

The taste of Nature has curdled

And we were curdling it 

Deliberately, like we could 

Sell it on to the next generation

Or aliens as some sort of

Local delicacy roasted slowly

Between Venus and Mars

Or somewhere in that primitive 

Galaxy, so strong, so stupidly.


Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat

These feel like the end days

Of life. The sun, the moon,

The clouds that move, the

Train that stops at every stop

And then goes back again.

The cyclists in the queue

At the traffic lights, leading

South. How long it feels, this

March to death, this mess of

Locks and wheels and limbs

That we call civilisation. How

Vile the stench of sweating

Plastic and half-eaten sandwiches

Discarded in the wrong section

Of the bin, into general rubbish

Down and out

‚ÄčI was eating pizza on the steps when

A beggar asked me for money, I had
None but offered him the other half
With artichokes still hot, but he said
No it wouldn’t feel right, and walked on.

And the next bites were sweeter and
Clearer in the context of his pain, the
Mozzarella soothed my heart as a velvet
Curtain richly slices off the ache of frost.
Lucky me to eat and eat outside out of

Choice, not at home, a home to choose to not be in, not to have to find a nook every night to hook my sleeping soul on, not to
Have to sleep on stone a sleep closer to the night than is comfortable, a public

Closure of my body, a performance to the
City of my freezing lung, not enough heat to snore, just enough to breathe in before the next dreaded dram of coffin-cold air.

Girl begging on the tube

Every step a struggle
Every word a prayer for
It to stop, every blink

Caked in cheap mascara,
Every thread of jean
Grabbing at hunger aching

In the hips and knees
Under the floating breakers
Washing round the hollows
Of her emptied heart

Birthday Past

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Dark cake and a pair of shoes
On the grave outskirts of Saint James’s Park, just outside the gates, in fact,

On a grey paving slab, quiet clean, but
For the crumbs and smear, like dog shit,
In its roadside homelessness, nowhere

The sweet kitchen that supported it, we presume, before it got led astray, wandered from the safety of the

Picnic blanket, perhaps taken by these shoes..
But they lost their way, neither shoe can tell tales to passing

Strangers now, both are mute.
Was she Happy when she left?
We can only guess and hope she got some new shoes

I can’t stand more than 3 hours. I blame the internet

For my fat legs, too weak to jog,
Forget running, from Troy to Greece
For more than three hours.

I walked out after two, too weak
For three plays, back to back,
I missed the final trial in hexameter

I must lose my cyber – flab and see the
Eumenides without Google or Wiki
To help me forget what I’ve just seen,

Try to think on my feet, or one, at least.

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Autumn leaves dissection

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Chlorophyll breaks down to reveal the colours beneath:

Orange is the beta carotene (like carrots)
Yellow is another carotene called xanthophylls

Maple is red because anthocyanin is sugar sweet

Brown is tannin, like tea, the end, once all the other colours are said and done..

I’m not friends with you on Facebook

This means you have me as I am now and not via the tracks I have taken and

The dust that’s fallen on former versions of myself, hanging up in

The gallery that is my life , is me,
My curation

My soul’s memories of myself and others and

I envy myself, the places I have been and the fun I have known – never alone, never unhappy,

Never a crooked smile, unless I request my deleted items be undeleted