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Tony Luxton Jul 2015
We're here for a couple of days
weather OK in some ways
went to the end of the pier
then back again for a beer
Beer was best.

Sunbathing without a vest
beetroot coloured painful chest
back for fish 'n chip tea
salt 'n vinegar free
Salt 'n vinegar best.

There's plenty to see and do
sideshows and slot machines too
glad to get home tomorrow
then we'll have to borrow
The Beer was best.
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
The arts and the sciences
the sciences and the arts
the arts of the sciences
and the sciences of the arts
competing in their parts
yet cohabiting in our hearts
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
1
I'll try something new
can't even say number ten
Ugh never again

#2
Spahetti easy
don't understand the others
Oh dear down my shirt

#3
Mainly cold dishes
How about soup of the day
lovely gazpacho

#4
Iced tapwater, please
taking care of the pennies
after lunch Rennies.
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
He nodded to me when
I moved my silent lips.

Warmth in this cold dark garden of the dead.
Not our memorial but another's.

How many years ago?
No apology.
Now this tacit truce,
nearly as good as a pint,
when he nodded to me.
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
Awake, rain again.
What did I dream -
hero or sinner,
watcher or actor.

When my mind
collides with the day
memory is corrupted.
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
He's gone - dead
my memory redefined
what feelings will survive
who will remember?

Formal, frozen, inexpressive
faces, relatives and friends,
people I've nor seen for years,
shuffling funeral shoes,
nervous, rehearsing things to say.

Others never seen before.
His networks still in tact,
mine sadly declining.
Perhaps I didn't know he who goes there.
Pass friend.
Tony Luxton Jul 2015
Must concentrate. I'm getting things wrong.
What's a professional poet like?
Does he take sugar? What can I do?
He'll be better at it than me.
Relax, smile, tell jokes instead of style.
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