Peter Pacey Poems

Whilst working away in 8a
Reminded I was of Faye Wray
Who was grasped by an ape
As a sort of a jape
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My life's all for you, he said, recanting
First nights' blaze of self, his head a glitter ball.
All sincerity, he cupped her lovely face and kissed it
Noting, as he did so, how she closed her eyes
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This getting out of your own way is tricky
You can't absent yourself, quite
Nor busy yourself too much in the actual spot
What I must do is listen
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Wheel away, my special girl,
Though you are not full
Spurn the white bread tossed aloft
As sinners fear the host
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Little scraps of knowledge sewn together for a chemise
Is all I have in the draughty world
And the constant stitching, where the hem or the sleeve
Is torn by the thorn of forgetfulness,
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A clear Clarence Day muse
And Hackney carriage queues
And cough to work
On this birthday.
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Whilst working away in 6a
A thought came to me so risque
That I dropped my inflexion
And found an erection
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On polyethylene wheels
The Panavision locomotive
Slows to its carpet halt
A laser beam on gaffer marks the station.
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It's said that once upon a time
A prophet in a power plant
Was guilty of a shocking crime.
By starting mystically to chant
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I subside to compose
And a wood pigeon's tender throb
Lulls me back to Kenilworth
Where all life, or nearly
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