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Breaking A Tooth
First glimpse of the pearl
I cup in my clammy hand
outside a mirror:
chastened as crystal I sit,
The Meteorology Of Loss
On the train to Birkenhead
for her father's autopsy,
It's not a virus.
You'll never get over it.
You'll grow around it
His Last Trip To London
Winter sunshine dazzled the old man
with graffiti in his eyes as on
Hilaire Belloc's Mice
His son died in the war:
his beard grew unkempt
like the High Chamberlain's
('The kindest and the best of men')
Listen To Me
I died on 9/11.
I was outside - a miracle! -
floating, not flying,
in the plume of smoke you could see from space
Before we were men and women
we drank morning milk in a chalk mine.
It smelt, and we raced from kissing.
In the playground, I gazed up
The Marilyn Monroe Doctrine
The Iraqi boy was twelve
when he lost his hug. Napalmed
by testosterone, straitjacketed, he smouldered.
Eavesdropping Kashmir (Led Zeppelin, August 1979)
On Friday I unfrocked Fourth
from its alb and tracked the comet
of stylus over glittering tar,
rapt at the tangerine flame of label.
Pure Dolour
I commend to your attention
the immeasurable sadness
of that huge brown teddy bear
slumped in the window

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