jerry hughes Poems

On the road, Jack.
Hit the road, Jack.

Follow his footsteps?
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I didn't remove my poems in a fit
of pique as has been suggested.
It was time to cull and revise, cut
and polish, and give some a swift
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A calming, professional voice will say:
'This'll relax you.' followed by a prick -
in the arm that is.
It's the precursor to surgical la la land
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Sadie, my faithful, devoted, tortoiseshell moggie,
sits in my den with me needing only an occasional
touch of resassurance.
Other times she sits beside me on the lounge chair
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Autism
a first cousin
to Dyslexia.
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What fantasies will I imagine
in deep anaesthetic narcosis.
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings?
Or something I won't remember?
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Inept, deceitful, tainted and rotten.
Exploitation to the nth degree.
An amalgam of hispanics, asians,
coloureds, and post-war eastern-bloc
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Young man,
you write so eloquently
I wondered
if you were born in
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'Line 'em up, ' the starter barks.
'We haven't got all day! '
As twenty of the Snowy's best
are gathered for the fray.
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His grip was strong
and his eyes twinkled,
he was pleased to see me.
Alan Bainbridge, friend and
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