Waiting Rooms

You’re not qualified enough
by your distrust of cocaine
and an ageing disinterest
in disreputable bedrooms

Stay in – keep it straight
and look after your kids –
make sure good things
happen on time for them

whilst others party
wearing white moustaches –
All those kissing cousins
bringing elephants into

relatives’ sitting rooms –
ones already disturbed
by dementia’s whisking
of related recollections

You will find a distance
in your moved-to postcode –
in new waiting rooms –
and by flexing your dignity

The Loose Path

Seeing our lover despondent and in crisis, in tears and unable to cope can reassure us that,
for all their virtues, they are not alienatingly invincible
.
Alain de Botton

Those seven slabs lie – unevenly
spaced on the gravel path

cheaply formed concrete squares
instead of hewn stone tablets

setting all visitors’ strides equal
for their entries and exits

between this falling house
and the latched wooden gate

On number three you stood
and wept too loudly

because of your recent choices
and how they will set you off

from our semi-detached weight
of bricks and faux-stone faces

out to temporary rooms
But that is your own elevation

and your tears will not dilute
my resolution to see our ending

Use those loose stepping stones
to aid your welled-up blindness

I will count out
your seven gone strides