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Words' Worth Jun 2019
A simple thought
Can explain a complex emotion
But, silence explains everything
Except, the sunflowers
How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of the rail-
road and your flower soul?
Terry Collett May 2018
The nurse said
you were sitting
outside. so I went

outside and you
were sitting on a
bench on the lawn.

You were wearing
a dressing gown
over a nightgown.

"How did you find me?"
You said patting
the place on the

bench beside you.
"I followed what
you said" I replied

and sat down next
to you. "None of the
others who said

they'd come ever
turned up" you said.
"I wanted to see you

again" I said. "Why?"
You said. "Because
I like you and wanted

to meet you again
and wasn't sure if
you'd turn up at the

club anymore" I said.
"Ah that's sweet" you
said gazing at me.

We talked a while
and other patients
came out on the lawn

with visitors and sat
about on the grass
or on the few seats

about. "Will you do
something for me?"
You said. "Sure what

is it?" I said. You
whispered in my ear.

"What here in the hospital?"
I whispered back. "Yes
but somewhere quiet"

you said and told me
the place. So you led
me inside in the hospital

ward and along a passage.
It was quiet and no
one was about. "In here"

you said and pulled me
into a cleaner's room
with bucket and mop

and broom and boxes
of toilet rolls. "Here?"
I said. "Yes no one

comes in here on
Sundays" you said.
It was dim with only

light from a small light
on the ceiling. And we
did and all the short

while I envisioned a
nurse opening the door
and seeing us in a semi

naked state. But none
did and we dressed
and crept out of the

room like naughty
children from an orchard
scrumping. So unexpected

that day out of the blue
visiting me and resident you.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
Nima was in a mood today at
the hospital when I got there.
I'd brought her cigarettes and

chocolates, which brightened
her up a bit. We sat outside on
one of the seats out there and

we lit up and talked. I'd been
to London and had bought a
Charles Lloyd jazz LP and I

showed her. She gazed at the
sleeve and gave it back. I told
her about the Summer of Love

thing I'd seen in London, lots
of young people, guys with beards
and long hair and flowery shirts

and girls with long hair and beads.
I said it seemed God had got His
message through. She smiled and

said God was a big illusion and
the Summer of Love  was just
another fashion thing. She was in

that type of mood. She talked of ***,
how she wanted it, but there was
no place about. She told me she

needed *** so much even the night
nurse looked interesting. She opened
the box of chocolates and we ate

a few. I think she was pleased I'd
come, but at the same time seemed
bored shitless. She talked about

needing a fix, but I didn't answer
as I knew nothing of that drug stuff.
I said I had to go, so we walked

back inside and kissed at the door
of the ward, and I walked along
the corridor and out of her sight.

I dreamt of her a lot that night.
Benjamin Mar 2018
Jefferson Airplane performed
Let Me In.

It worked as a silent call
For those, who never heard it

From young women
- men watching, listening.

But their soul did
shout it with
tremendous joy,

in denial of all those
sentences of

Let Me Go.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
He came today. Visited her
at the hospital. She was
in a mood, but he brightened
the day, bringing her cigarettes
and chocolates. He talked of
God and the Summer of Love.

She was part of that love that
summer, but no God for her,
least not where she lay in bed,
lights out, massaging herself
to a sensual joy in the dark.

He showed her a jazz LP he'd
bought. Boring ****, she
thought, but didn't say. Her
parents didn't come, but he
came today. She lay there
her passion spent. She ate
a chocolate he'd brought.

She imagined she'd had ***
with him; it was a lonely sport.
Terry Collett Feb 2018
God, you said, was a myth,
no need in this scientific age
for such as that. I met you

by the Embankment off Charing
Cross station. Straight away
you attacked the faith. I could

see something had upset you
either at the hospital or maybe
your mother's visit. How long

have you got? I said. A day pass,
got to be back by 7pm, you said,
so let's not waste our time. We

walked up to Leicester Square
and ordered and ate lunch with
cokes not alcohol because of

your medication. Your mother
had visited you last night and
had put you in a bad mood with

her talk of God and what the
neighbours would say if they
found out about the drug taking.

After lunch we went and lay in
Green Park. You talked of getting
better and leaving home and

I thought of that weekend we
stayed at that cheap hotel off
Charing Cross Road and that

creaky bed. You talked on, but
I couldn't recall what you said.
Terry Collett Sep 2017
Benedict listened
to Thelonious
******* out
Round Midnight.

That public house
off Charing Cross Road,
his old man
sipping a light ale
in a corner seat.

Colonel they call me:
the old man said;
Benedict looked at
the clipped moustache
and sad dog eyes.

All talk of
the Desert Rats
and Monty
and sand and winds
and free beer
now and then.

And that Irish woman
in the box office,
and him saying:
this is my son.

The woman
all glittering eyes
and broad smile.

Wonder if he had?
Wouldn't put it past.
Died years later alone
in some home
stroke and dead;
buried alone;
just a few staff members
at his funeral
and ashes scattered
in some numbered plot.

What year did he meet?
67, yes that year.

That girl in the club
above the Regent
eyeing him saying:
my boyfriend's
in the clink
for drugs
and I am in the hospital
drying out
come visit me.

Benedict did;
brought her cigarettes
and took her for a drink
down at the local pub
if the nurse permitted.

Thelonious Monk stopped.
Silence of the grave;
both his old man and Monk
gone now.

Looking back
colours it somehow.
BENEDICT MUSED OF HIS OLD MAN AND THE ******* DRUGS.
Terry Collett Sep 2017
I am listening
to Bruckner's 7th
and I think back to 1967

and this guy says
join the band(I played saxophone)
we got gigs in Germany

and Denmark next month
he wanted me to play toot toot
in the pop songs his band played

but I said no
I wanted to play jazz
like Coltrane and Coleman

not go toot toot
behind some pop stuff
sitting back as Bruckner ends

I wonder if I got it wrong
and should have gone
toot toot behind the pop song.
Benny looks back
Terry Collett Aug 2017
Benny never heard
from Nima again.

Weeks past
then months.

He guessed
she either
forgot his address
or was back
on drugs or both.

But he looked back
at their time together
and smiled.

The times
they made love
and met and drank
and ate.  

He remembered
his hospital visits
to see her
but that
was it now
the show was over
the actress
had left the stage
and the curtains
had dropped or closed
or whatever curtains
do on stage.

But he recalled
that night
in that cheap hotel
in West London.

That night of ***
and bathing
in that large
bath together
and the landlady
knocking at the door
with extra towels
and he Benny there
in his underwear
and the old girl
giving him the stare.
BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1967
Terry Collett Jul 2017
Nima met me
by the fountain
in Trafalgar Square.

I'd not see her
for a few weeks.

She looked
tired looking
and her hair
had been cut short.

She was wearing
a mini skirt
and pink top.

Wondered if you'd come
she said.

Once I got your letter
I decided I would
I said.

(She had my address
but I didn't have hers
not since she moved
back home
after leaving
the hospital.)

Where shall we go?
she said.

I don't mind
I said.

I wanted for us
to have a night out
at some cheap hotel
but my parents
have their eyes on me
and want to know
where I am going
and when I'll be back
she said.

I guess
they are worried
about you
after the drugs
and the hospital stay
I said.

I'm 19
she said
I am old enough
to be my own boss
they just want me
where they
can control me.

We walked along
Charing Cross Road
and entered a restaurant
and sat down.

We ordered drinks
and a meal.

The waiter went off
and she looked at me.

So how are you?
she said.

I'm ok
work's still boring
as hell
I said.

I gazed at her
how drawn she looked.

Are you back
on drugs again?
I said.

No I'm not
she said
you sound like
my parents
I'm not eating
as I should
I don't feel hungry
but I'll try
to eat this meal.

We waited
for the order to arrive
and talked
and drank our drinks.

I watched her
sitting there
her eyes dull
and that shortness
of her hair.
BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1967
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