An Exhibition in London

‘I paused feeling exhausted and leaned on the fence...
My friends walked on and I stood there trembling with anxiety’.
Edvard Munch

There is a new exhibition
We should go
but Edvard's far away church
and distorted pier will be unreachable . . .

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Inconveniences

And she complained
loudly to herself
that this wasn't
what I wanted

This marriage of
inconvenience
since his diagnosis
and reduced income

deflecting focus
from her inherited
sense of insecurity
One passed down

from one who . . .

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The Scent of People

Larner feared removal
of the scent of people
in crowded wiki articles

Dumb grazing animals
hardly move from hoof to hoof
with their heads down

At this bar
three men sit
before chemical beer
misdirected and under-lit

Tommy Robinson spits
as poor aims are raised
by squaddies . . .

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Of the Future

They took a hammer to Marx
It's just another monument
nothing to get excited about
unlike that time Churchill's
striding high cast of bronze
was fitted a turf wig which
sullied a great Englishman
who meant so very much
to those of . . .

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Thrown

Dare yourself to approach the Whispering Gallery'stoo-low balustrade and look down

Here his wordshave been heardby othersIn my gut Dad'srum gift of vertigoturns

It was first witnessedby us all as we stoodbefore his loosened gripup Leith Hill Tower

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No Rest

Do not tarry for too many minutes
below Chanctonbury's decimated
circle of silvered-skin beech trees
They were planted without regard
for any long-term fixing agreement
set fast to grow by a man's measures
of water on their fragile root . . .

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Paperboy 1st April 1977

Here in this alarm-met half-lit hour
things still bide from other April Fools' days

Do not forget failing spaghetti trees
on foolish reportage loops

Again those soft nudges on slow senses
of soote aromas off flowering bulbs
there drilled - then paraded by retirees

My sucking lungs . . .

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Pound Store

My authorised version
of the holy book
declares that avarice
will kill us all off
which we declaim aloud
being self-anointed
by those inner whispers
of our godhead voices
Our gor-bellied lives
of fulfilment are fed
by our sating purchases
drawn down from less . . .

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Warming

Each bared upper branch
is sunset-torched
oxidised
reddened
by that last touch of low light
off this third month's fooling dusk
A slumped red hour

ending a widely-held disbelief
of an unexpectedly warm day
in March
once marked by late snow
but not . . .

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TV

As long as we can
afford a fineless
subscription to Netflix
we can be assured
that our emaciated
high definition lives
are not falling apart
as much as those
in Series One Two
and then tired sequels
which follow on and on
This life is but a trailer
of endless . . .

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