C Richard Miles Poems

I took the short cut to the pub
And chanced upon a rough-cut man
With rough-cut hair and rough-cut beard;
He cut a quite pathetic sight.
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There's dinosaurs in Oxford Street,
A one-off exhibition;
Though you might never chance to meet
A stranger apparition.
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In dreams, the Dog Star is my destination
And so, across the solitude of space,
I sail, a cosmonaut inside my spaceship,
A poor example of the human race.
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My wife was such a seasoned queen with all her cleaning,
Meaning dust just wasn't something that you'd find.
But what now just seems so odd is that this once-domestic goddess
Thinks at last her vacuum's packed up, I won't mind.
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On the anticlockwise carriageway,
White-eyed with sheer surprise,
A thousand cars, vans and lorries
Race hastily along the black tarmac
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My senses are reeling, in a bit of a state:
I've a feeling in Ealing we're going to be late
For we're dealing with traffic that seems not to end.
It's so unappealing, we're right round the bend!
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As winter's chill grew rawer and rawer
That Thursday evening, after four,
Cold-fingered fog fell lower and lower.
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A monkey stole a motorbike;
He steered it down the street
Not thinking that a ten ton truck’d be
The first thing that he’d meet.
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