Ray Miller Poems

A Melody So Plain

All the young boys and girls wish to share the same sex
and are cocking a snook at The Daily Express.
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Between the apple tree and trampoline
our piratical cat with black-patched eye,
flashes his white tail, fixes the green stare
on I as I hang the washing to dry.
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I'm surprised that you imagine
I'm to blame in any way
It's in the job description
It's part of our DNA
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Some days I imagine it might really happen:
orifices oozing with ectoplasm,
Dorises with messages we can't fathom;
transmigration's been the fashion since ages ago
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I found that wedding photo we lost
behind a doll in our daughter's room.
Russian, as it happens, the doll that is -
I can read some significance in that:
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So un-asleep, the sheet's
a beach of footprints
waiting for the tide.
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Does anyone know why 17 Borrowdale Road is missing?
Every day I walk past the empty space
and wonder why it's not there.
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She catches him up and tells him how much
they all miss that laconic delivery,
enthusing about the open mic
at the Abbey Café of a Thursday.
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This poem went places that it shouldn't have gone
in the beer tent listening to a jazz ensemble,
who came on after the dance band
and are suffering by comparison.
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