Neil Crawford

A dour, a sour,
a glowering man
caught in his
umpteenth April shower.
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Two Latin ladies snap themselves
outside the Cavern Club.

To them it's the shot of a lifetime,
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Moon - Glow - Worm - Grave - DEATH

Rose- Thorn - Cut - Bleed - DEATH
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Cement - that's 'See Meant'

S for 'Sierra'
E for 'Echo'
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The cormorant in its plunging moment,
its fish seeking victory, fixed as a tiny
slice of eternal frozen morning.
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A life held together with regret is a kind of net
cast backwards through time.

It drags forth for perusal the flotsam
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White drapes partly drawn to reveal
the tilted slats of an off cream blind.

Sun limbos through to caress
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The android soldier
set down its weapon
and, facing its human commander,
resolutely refused to obey.
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A day out for distraction to fill a diary page
(the middle classes must keep occupied
in this age of financial collapse) .
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'Think like a Poet'
the book advised
so I did and revised
the early work that I had done,
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Pride, still variable, took command
and muted that loud, fanfare band
that heralded loves of longing born
and left them deafened, dumb, forlorn.
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Kitchen assistant in white cap and coverall,
powder blue pinny, clicky clacky catering clogs,
is late...again.
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The heat, like a sheet of melting bronze,
sears against the skin.

The bay, holding sway to the east,
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I find, as I age, I care
less and less for the
colour yellow.
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He walks through clouds while watching hawks
in the course of his working day.

Surefooted as the goats he tends, he treads
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Time is not my enemy today,
like it was yesterday,
like it will be tomorrow.
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It is not a day for Poetry,
its music would be drowned

out by the sound of knives being sharpened
and axes being ground.
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Ketchup as red as Spartan blood
at Thermopylae

Brown sauce as rich as the eastern soil
from which its spices sprang
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Undulating, almost sensual vase
with slashed, slanted lip
contains a plant I recognise
but could not ever name.
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