Phil Mason Poems

11-16-16. Dulcinea

I sat with you today
For the first time in six weeks.
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My compulsion leaks out of my soul everyday.
Waiting like Pavlov's dog each moment for some little treat to feed my desire.
Simple two word texts are my treats.
Saying little and only suggesting,
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Cancer progresses
Bad news, expensive news
Feel fine, not fine.
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Are you back?
Seems in a way you are.
I can't see you, I can't touch you,
but you're here
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ANOTHER DAY

Almost every morning since you vanished into my memories
I hear again from you...
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Depression

A grey day
No sun breaks the sky.
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Ending conversation


So here we are
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Twenty years ago


All this might all have been quite different.
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Inaugural thoughts

Restlessness and angst swirling around like so much
smoke and dust in the breezes of uncertainty
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25 January

Spinning Circles
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