Enclosed – Sheet of Instructions

That parquet floor you laid -
you refused to keep to
Enclosed - Sheet of Instructions -
It is now lifting and separating --

Your brushed-off mistakes -
of not taking time to bond - to glue -
to set - are now a dozen fault-lines
across our hall and living room --

You have posited tectonic . . .

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Last Rites

His wife told him - on Sunday -
that she bedded another man -
last Monday -
A bloke who -
if named now -
would see
them both equally shamed -
before their shared families -
It's almost bloody biblical -
He said -
It's not their first go -
at such stuff -
they've done it before . . .

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The Village Hall Players

Three empty tables -
without decorations -
set equal - spaced
with sweated men
at squared-up ends -

They are quick to each
shot with fenced returns
off slightly comical bats -
facing up to their other -
posed low in a mirror -

with backhand - forehand
and wrist flicks of a ball -
that metronome tick . . .

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White Gloves

Words are not
field-dug hoards
or fragile relics -

to be held offline
in bound spines -
for those educated

and up-it classes
to have - to hold
in cotton gloves -

then returned
to turned keys -
& slid back into

rosewood cabinets -
We will own
our every word

  . . .

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Our Slack Dog Sleeps

Our slack dog sleeps - again -
under backlit performing particles -
those flecks - peeled and rubbed -
bare floating remnants of us

in ramped tilts of warming beams -
up there - fine speckles cavort against
our sureness of earth’s old ways -
under ageing theories of gravity -

That free carnival of melancholia
almost pulls . . .

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Limping

Here is a heel-scrape
of composite on tarmac -
it announces my approach -
punctuated by my stick's click

of loosenings - of turned threads
on its retractable -
snappable -
black shaft -

And - by the way -
how can I hold you
with my love now limped
by other indiscretions?

It is hard . . .

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Sea Rowing

There - almost baiting us -
ten thousand wind-ripped
waves palpitated on the lake -
but they are merely
breeze-skipping ripples
for us would-be sea fishers
of much bigger catches -

We are required to practice
in such innocuous conditions -
this millpond darkened stew -
before that unknown swell
beyond our harbour . . .

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A Review

This time - this very moment -
is a loose leaf notebook -
not a dense hardback tract -
edited - then embossed
by a binder's weight of craft -
given a numbered significance -
and set immutable by dried ink

but not to be - as you re-code
it with your notes -
in red - in . . .

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