Tony Jolley Poems

The heavy amour rolled through my Poland late last night
Gouging and spurting flesh like mud under its tracks,
Scouring deep welts down my flanks,
Spitting out gristle, guts and gouts of blood
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Breakfast with a breathtaking view:
Tuscan hills, Val d’Orcia, but most of all: you.

A strangely cute but short of cuddly
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Everyman came to town today:
Didn't roll in effortlessly by the wide white route,
But came the long and narrow way round,
The only way round
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'Of all the gin-joints….'

Sounds 'big'.
Sounds Bogart.
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Good evening,
May I speak to Mr Wells, please,
Mr, err, sorry, can't read the screen…
Mr … Krevin (?) Wells..?
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Armand.
Vieil Armand.
Old Armand.
Almost silent Armand.
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Whatever possessed him? –

King of the greater half of the Earth in his mid twenties,
Founding force behind wonders of the world:
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The Vosges are blue:
A function of moisture in the air and refracted sunlight.

Not yesterday evening they weren't.
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7670
A number very much towards the thin end of infinity:
Three times the number of Tesco stores
But only a third of McDonald's;
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'They've all gone….'

Sorry?
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