Poems

life as it unhappens

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a boarded up shop
on a dead high street
of a breezless afternoon
sometimes the moon
can be seen in daylight
still up from last night
but not this x
on a sheet of graph paper
doldrum roll, please
where did all the traffic flow?
we stand statesque
under dozy duvets
of motionless blue
unstung by wasps
or mutant g.m hornets
no lightning struck
while the iron was lukewarm
or song was sung of
life as it unhappens

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unscrambled easter eggs

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the washing up
won’t do itself

a photograph
of long before

the second left
& carry on

do you recall
her maiden name?

& whisk until
the mixture burps

a robin on
a broken fence

it could be three
or forty six

a toothpaste stain
confused again

we needed salt
& lemon curd

so focus on
a waxing moon

the cobwebs on
the window sill

then let’s begin
before the end

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