Roger Hudson Poems

So what is it this adulthood?
You see them on the telly
Being interviewed
These adults
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Oh, no! Not again!
Everything going fine
Then great god Kafka wakes up
In his heaven
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"This passage contains magical terms
that proved untranslatable, "
read the editorial note.
Working his way through the thick translation
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"There's woodworm, "
the surveyor's report screamed at us
"There's a big crack by the front door"
"It needs re-wiring"
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Mum has spotted a skin-black Sikh
Colourfully turbaned
Smart suited
Suitcase in hand
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Last night in dream
I missed my flight
no documents wrong documents
and was forever going round
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Summer afternoon.
Lazily
Relaxing in the sun
On bank of Highgate Pond
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Sun on Georgian pillars
Sudden green surprises
Of lush squares city gardens
Museums galleries
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Handsome long-haired bearded hippies confessing on camera,
They smile embarrassed "Did I really do that? " smiles,
As they own up to atrocities seen or done in Vietnam
Prisoners hurled from gunships.
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Lifted from murky foul-smelling scum-covered tanks
Brown wax peels back
Chrome magic glistens
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