Tony Jolley Poems

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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From beyond the multi-cultural throng
Weaving and waddling its ponderous way past
Like some monstrous, badly-dressed, be-sunglassed millipede,
Its middle hunched and bunched up,
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