Alistair Tait Poems

I must go down to the shops again, to see what's left to buy,
And all I ask is a big trolley and wide isle to glide by.
And the wheels click and the shelves long and the bargains waiting,
And pink sweat on my face, it's all for the taking.
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I must go out for a walk again, and step aside from passers-by,
And all I ask for's just a blip and an end to wondering why;
And not feel sick, a cool head and no cough breaking,
Nor a pale look over my face, and no signs of shaking.
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Open your eyes and look around.
How does the world see you?
Take your eyes off the ground.
Look around and see who's who.
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When I'm told to defragment,
I wonder just what they meant.

There are these holes in my thoughts,
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Was he a stranger?
Had we met before?
I could not be sure.
Prepare for danger.
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Every time I make a rhyme,
It always seems to take some time.
In the search for inspiration,
It's like mental constipation.
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