The big L

This shape has always intrigued me
a big foot or an L plate or a piece of a house

a seat in an old village pub, a Cromwellian seat
a harsh religious seat (puritan) in a harsh cruel church

where corpses sit in their body bags beaten by iron maidens with willow canes
as police dogs bark incessantly in parked car outside

a shape that’s used in old tube trains as seats
or new corporate buildings in terracotta and cream as niches

or of shapes mistakenly sat in unbalanced ways
struck dumb or flocking on the pavements like architectural pigeons
of unplanned monuments

or standing in roundabouts where a woman balances precariously on top
a she throws her baby to the crowd below

or lined up on the parade ground
or across the street where protester march towards them singing

I just can’t lose this child

I just can’t lose this child
He follows me everywhere
Out into the garden
Up and down the stair
I hide inside the wardrobe
I catch the fastest train
I travel thru the desert
With a camel train

I just can’t lose this child
Daddy he call out
Ith hi ringlet jingling
With his sorry out
I hide behind the curtain
I lock myself away
I hang from a meteorite
I try to fly away

I just can’t lose this child
He’s everywhere I go
Summer at the seaside
Inter in the no
I dress up in disguise
So that he won’t recognise me
I walk the lonesome highway
Hoping to be free
Hoping to be free

Epping Forest

This is not a poem
but a picture that I see
of our trip to find a forest
but a sign we did not see;
but I did see a chaffinch
singing in the tree.

trip to see epping forest
Arriving in Epping

This is a road map
with the northern track
that continued into distant green
across the expanding green;
each road we tried in turn
returned us to our dream.

pencil drawing
A trip to find Epping Forest

And this, a picture of you
adamant to tell
was it under Bower Hill
where the horizon fell.
While I ask a stranger
walking through a door
where is Epping forest
but he wasn’t sure.
We climbed up Station Hill
searching for the town
finding a little bakery
where we settled down.

trip to see epping forest
asking for directions

Conversing with two ladies
waiting for a bus,
they had passed it recently
in a kind of rush.
Behind where you were sitting
a mirror on a wall
catching my reflection
in the shadows growing tall.
Slouching in your chair
engaged in conversation
we’re looking for Epping Forest
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Love Story

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The foolish youth believed the girl
To be in love with him
So did the old man

Old man time and young man time
Sat upon a bench
Silent

The young girl, always young!
Whilst man grws old and dies
The young girl remainsupon the earth
She is dancing and playing magic tricks

Enticing their age with magic
Flirting with time
Playing with hearts both old and new

The foolish youth sat with old man time
He remembered life
He collected memories in his heart

The foolish youth believed
The young girl to be in love with
Him
Yet here he was
Why she flirted with him
Is mystery
To his foolish heart
Yet how can he answer
When the young girl
Flirts now only with his heart
But wiht the very heart of life
That old man time guards
So jealously

circa 1971

The Highway News

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The latest highway news was delivered
Then left immediatly
The man who delivered
The sad blues
Never wished to be seen.
Minutes beforehand the stranger left
So dear to the vagrants heart
Bowing her head not looking
Not noticing the shame
That had been brought upon them all
By the deliveryman’s game.
He stood at the roadside
Sweating, his head was in a spin
More mystery had been in his dreams that night
Then all the dreams he’d been in

A Wish

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Close your eyes and make a wish
Lay down in the garden of a dream
Walk the pavements of time
To the yellow moon of infinity
To weep into the sea of passion
To scream into the night of death
To cry into the diamond darkness
To float through the compartments of infinity
Into the existance of nothing
Do not look for only you are seen
Do not speak you will hear only your voice
Do not listen you will hear only your thoughts
Close your eyes and look
Do you see still more mysteries of living
Your wish should be fulfilled by now
Lost down the tunnels of nowhere
Flying like a white dove into the daylight
For what is a wish but this

CIRCA 1971