Five lights
Invade the night sky
Intruders
To her mind

From terra
A teenage girl
Considers them
Understanding the truth.

In a flight of fancy
Felicity pronunces
Her admiration for Henry Moore
As we stroll in the sunshine

For my part however
I'm preoccupied
For I have a date tonight
With the 'Green Fairy'

She waxes lyrical
As together we admire
'Reclining Figure - 1951'
In the Tuileries Garden

And I have to say
It breaks my reverie
Returning my main vice
The female form.

Smoke rings float
In the air
Before entering the mind
Through the nostrils of the soul

Love hangs like a pair
Of pink knickers from a lampshade
A bad cliche
From a good *****

My mind exits
Floating in the air
Like an 'Operating Thetan'
If you believe in that

While Felicity
The stiletto heeled epitome
Of abstract desire
Dances in a concrete world


If this poem is derogatory then it - and I- have failed.

Felicity smiles
whilst placing
'Iron in the Soul'
On the pillow

She's turning French
Once more
Two weeks from now
We'll be in Montparnasse

She stopped me once
Asked for a light
In a little side street
Near Euralille

This ****** girl
Who smokes
Sensually
For my pleasure

At Warehouse I wander
As light seeps from the sky
Among the cold, grey tombs
Of the ancient dead

In this timeless landscape
So remote and lonely
Forgotten tongues whisper
With the wind through the heather

A harvest moon
Not yet quite full
Is the only witness
To the truth of these stones

My spine tingles
The mind races
I smell the smoke
Of my forebears cremations

And as I leave
The moon a guardian
Over these distant graves
I sense communion


Written after visiting the Warehouse Chambered Cairns on 26th August 2015.

Autumn called
Us in
To the cruel clutches
Of tomorrow

I cried that day
When Felicity played
Richard Harris' ' MacArthur Park'
On a 33

My tears flowed
From her eyes
Splashing down
On the revolving disc

Then we took
Each others hand
Remembering the Barbican
Felicity in red

Tonight we slip
Through love
To a thousand summers
We triumph over autumn

It is the ordinary
For me
That so often
Fills the memory

This is how I tell it ……

She didn’t give a ****
The ice cream seller
19 years – quite pretty
Sunday, New Brighton Parade

: )
Hey!
Wot U @
**** all

Through the hatch I saw her
Mobile in hand
Sitting on a *** that would
Get bigger – and better – with time

U?
At work
Its crap
Lol

She barely bothered
To look up from the phone
Casual disregard, I found appealing
To my ****** side

U out last nite?
Yeah ******* smashed
Went home with that guy
U know the one

Two strawberry cones please
And a vanilla
Don’t do strawberry
Just vanilla

***** mare !!
PMSL
I need to stop
He’s using U

Is there anywhere else?
Yeah, try up Vale Park
Just up there, round the corner
It’s cheaper too

U still there?
Yeah, sorry, a customer
Can’t be arsed today
Haha, don’t blame U

I left her there
Back on her ***
Leaning over the phone
Hoping for no customers

****
He just txt
Wot do I do?
Tell him to *******

We found Vale Park
Saved three quid
As with jealousy she cursed
Her mate and the ice cream.