Killing Time on Sunday

You can kill time so quietly
in Waitrose's busy car park
backed up at the shady end -
a wide view of the comings
and goings of happy shoppers -
with - and without - rattled trolleys
in this life of filling and re-filling
kitchen shelves and freezers
in readiness for family . . .

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Not Undressed

Last night there was
an uncured intimacy
between three old lovers
of common threads
These damaged nights
are my fluid playground
of sex and rekindled
offset stuff - old urges
and displaced motives
which will take this day
to loosen off and unknot
from that second place -
reached far too early . . .

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Other’s Endings

She said she resented him
swanning around
and her wearing fears
of his limped inability
to earn that old income
no longer kept her
tied to their settle bed

Instead - she rolled over
onto another handyman
for his stiffness to press
into her loosened skin
and for his . . .

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