Errata

When every tale
has been told
and every story unfolded
and folded back in on itself,
we will search for answers
within ourselves
and find them missing,
buried somewhere else
but without a treasure map;

From the shuttered concert hall
we still hear
the evocative lament
of Albinoni’s adagio;
From dog-eared postcards
we recall the late summers
when time swayed
beneath the palm fronds
and evenings gleamed
with faded opulence cast
from the sea-front hotel;

( Our story arc crumbled even then )

We remember those snatches
of hardboiled dialogue
we read in Chandler’s “Big Sleep”
one about the blind not getting to see
and in all the milliard refractions
in all of time,space and history,
we sign the confession presented to us
by an indifferent Inquisition.

 

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Predator

 

The hook lodges in the mouth
of the fish,
the fish thinks the hook is the
only problem,
thinks if it can only get rid of it,
then all will be well again
in its world;
But it is wrong…
The hook is attached to a line
which is attached to a rod
which is held by a hand
And the hand is controlled by
a mind,
a mind which has been waiting
and watching and plotting the best
time and place and method to
catch the fish;
And so the fish struggles
to free itself,
but all it manages to do
is to embed the hook deeper,
And as it continues to wriggle
and fight it uses up its
supplies of energy until it
is too exhausted to continue
and then its struggles cease;
And the hand senses it,
and begins to wind in the reel..

 

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A Stranger Returns

” We meet again!”
the Stranger said,
the one I’d never met before,
sat alone at the pavement cafe
he asked me if I would
like to wallow in nostalgia with him;

I said I didn’t reminisce
much these days though I
occasionally enjoyed a fond memory;

Ordering an espresso,he spoke
of his parents and the War,
I interjected with academic achievements
and holidays abroad;

He said he couldn’t remember them,
though he was sure he’d seen me
once whilst in Amsterdam;
I said I’d never been and whoever
it was he saw it wasn’t me;

Finishing his coffee the Stranger got up
and turning to me said,
there was only one other time he was sure
that he’d seen me,
curious,I asked him when?

In the bathroom mirror
that time I hesitated
with the cut-throat razor
and fear in my eyes..

Author’s footnote :-

The reader may also wish to read my preceding work on this subject, ” Encounter with a Stranger “.

 

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More Than Words

Those words that used to mean so much
more back then,
mean a whole lot less than that now;

Keep on repeating repeating the
words that you borrow and steal,
keep repeating that till
you’ve convinced yourself
that you asked and paid for
every thought stolen
every truth borrowed;
Quote plagiarise paraphrase,
every aphorism saying axiom
allegory parable metaphor analogy;
Warp it into something something
then something else again,
build a tower a babylon of words,
watch them rise and
stadiums echo with adulation
for their orator;

Your words that used to mean so much
more back then,
mean a whole lot less than that now.

 

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A Quiet Place

Quiet as sunlight on a window pane

quiet as a snowdrop falling in winter,

quiet now the Earth stands

the Earth stands still;

all our years have passed us by

and are gone into the abyss of nostalgia;

Every waking moment is a baited trap,

should your grasp loosen,

should your grip fail,

should your foot slip;

Only silence offers hope,

and hope causes the heart to beat louder;

hush now,

they’re listening..

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Mystery Road Trip

Light and dark and

light and dark and then..

The long road into the nowhere

of a faraway never-seen;

Wind and rain and

wind and rain and then,

rain again,

washing the colours from

fading yester-me yester-you

yesterdays’ messages never sent,

telephones never answered,

doors that remain shut

at this and all hours,

no-one stirs inside the

Light and dark and

light and dark and then..

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Sclerosis

The lights change

traffic crawls past

the discount stores

the charity shops and tanning salons,

off-licences and bookies,

the barbers and Greggs;

Another bleary-eyed morning

drab and dreich,

the cityscape wears the weather

like a mourning veil

pulled tight across its face;

Shuffling off their coils of ennui

in dribs and drabs

the denizens answer to

the day’s tolling bell,

unprepared,

looking the worse for wear.

 

 

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