S.A. Blair

Five Rigid sides,
Intransigent construction,
No room to give,
All fall down.
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There are books upon my bookcase
And though most of them are read,
One or two still have their spines
Intact. Not like me.
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I sit here master of all I survey,
In my old leather chair with my new telescope.
Gleaming in the sun it is a beacon of my life. On stilts.
From here on the third floor, I can read the names of the boats.
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If I stole a diamond, it would be from a suit
And if I stole a silver dollar, I’d probably pull it from the root

If I stole money, it would be the spider
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I rarely have had a morning so pleasant
As the day when I visited Mornington Crescent,
I remember a panic that I might be late
As we crawled along the central past Nottinghill Gate,
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Despair comes pulsing
At irregular intervals
Spoiling the calm
Like a knife into a new pot
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There's a murmur in the trees
You can hear it whispered low
that summer's on its knees
and all the flowers know
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It’s not so far away they say,
the ones who stay. Their handkerchieves,
surrender flags, that wave me off
or shoe me away?
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What am I playing at? will I never learn?
Am I deluded, mad or just selfish to the bone?
I’m playing Russian roulette with a machine-gun
A physicist dealing with factors unknown
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A hand
Red with shame,
Which way now?
Ah yes,
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Today I worry for the angels,
They must be so sore and so tired,
Hearts black and blue from the conflict
Their voices so weak in the choir
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No words need pass
Nor actions done,
A twinkling eye’s enough for fun.
A stifled laugh
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Oh boy, aren’t you the bee’s knees
No need for a question mark
An exercise in rhetoric
My thoughts are often dark.
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A palpable sense of confusion doth reign
But no-one is talking about it
No-one is speaking
Of admissions that they are so much alike
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A prism takes a beam of light
And turns it near about
Those angles do their work and then
A rainbow fountains out
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See the peddler,
peddling on
Don’t buy his wares
Run him out of town
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Dear diary please confide these words
Keep them locked and bound with chords
Of strongest steel e'er known to man
So prying eyes never can.
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I remember I had a view. I called it ‘my view’.
I found it once I’d been given that new freedom of latter teenage years.
I turned a corner clipping the apex, clumsily I suppose,
But it felt perfect at the time.
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