Michael Shepherd Poems

A stone's throw, just, from Chelsea's football ground,
-skinhead territory long before any silverware -
there's a barber whose window decorations indicate
they're stylists in that tricky, ingrowing black hair;
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Put art
into life
with your work
and your work
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By the flickering candlelight
of the long evenings,
inimical to study so they said
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Once I had this fanciful idea of recording
the silence in each great cathedral
and marketing these...
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I shall miss my pet human, Steve.
I loved to play with him,
hear the gasps from the watching millions,
grinning my big toothy grin,
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me, the bow,
you, the cello;
me, mc squared;
does it follow,
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As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hill
to the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,
I saw her waiting to cross.
Or rather, I saw first, her laugh..
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