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Walking down the street –
Girls stop and say ‘beautiful!’ ~
To my sunflowers. 

A good book outside –
Tiny flies sticking to it ~
Unable to move.

Squishy blackberries 
The Púca has defiled them ~
Leave them for the birds.

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Take the tram to town –
A pierced girl stands by the door ~
She’s reading Homer. 

Many years away –
Henshin Robo, randomly ~
Waiting there for me…

‘Planes land and take off –
With millions of stories ~
Bringing people home. 

Our turret rotates –
Languidly, in evensong ~
Big gun, balls of steel.

All of these poems –
Arrive, fully formed, written ~
Without editing.

Fabulous
Rational
Enquiring
Youthful
Joyful
Angel

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Image credit Ms Maye.

Listen to Godflesh –
Last bus ~ fits in with the book –
Taliban poems.

A planet with six seasons.

Cycles.

How will I imagine you?

Thaw
Warmth
Calm, how we lie languid and calm ~
Wind
Storms
Frost

…Thaw…

The possibilities.

How we lie stretched, languid and calm.

Planets with their seasons.

A planet with six seasons.

I used to write poems by hand
Scrawls within a little black book
Instant – no editing
No need for that now, still instant
but digital, on phone, tablet, laptop

I used to write poems by hand
a drunk spider, fallen into an inkwell
and let loose across the page
no need for him now, tapa, tapa, tapa

I used to write poems by hand
Much longer, with words like ‘I’ , ‘me’ , ‘my’
No need for those now, not so much ~
The brevity and clarity of Haiku

I sh/could write poems by hand
and in ways this is more honest
No I’m not texting, or liking, or updating
I’m writing, or trying to write
and there is a difference
and I wrote this by hand.

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