I need these lines to be
at least about those things
I meant to say, not words
selected for their odd
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For more than 40 years we've been good friends,
since 1963 in fact, from college where we met
(and managed there to build a strong quartet
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it is impossible to discern
real ties between unwritten
shopping lists, injured shoulder
and mild depression –
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So when are you going to go
fishing then? 115 mm of rain says
nothing’s getting done while the
anticipatory pleasure of still more
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I am a man and need not change
the way I am; I’m free of toilet
agonies and trained by mother’s
hand to competence. I disagree
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Reading those early words wryly
brings fragile pleasure - a spare
grin lingers, there's a rare uplift
in spirits usually dour to baseline;
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it is as good as your word
which wasn’t good anyway
a cut-rate ticket to nowhere
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8 am, been up since 6 busy
cleaning inboxes, checked the
top tank bore water return
all’s well in a World of searing
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they’re wary lines thus traced
in contours of your face – I’d say
apologia for ageing not
the way we’ve done
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In ending the whole notion of
permanence presents fresh
dilemmas; an ‘if it is there
tomorrow it’s probably real’
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