Intermittent

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There’s no need to cry now, darling – the ambulance has gone. In the misty night, the violet rainfall of stars, obscuring the buildings, cessation of shape. The fireworks, hours ago, in cloudy abandon, puttered to their conclusion. A perfect night to be unable to sleep. The bookshop, with its many stories, doors into corridors used by staff, the stairs leading down to the stock-room; implausibly large chambers, echoey, where, trespassing, the genuine architecture is disclosed.

Just loosing it, when some loud clunk, a chair from the balcony, perhaps, dislodged by the wind, begins consciousness again, an alert jerk. The sirens map out a future territory of wounds like, going round and round, the lights on a Christmas tree. What is this thin stream, in which consistently and repetitively trying to drown myself, I fail to succeed? The rain drops hit the outside of the window-pane like the ticking of a clock without hours.

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Walking around the concrete and wire

of the perimeter fence is an exhausting thing

but the dogs need the exercise and so do we.

A bird flies at an acute angle across our oblong path

 

I see you open a packet of cigarettes and take one out,

the rims of dirt under your nails, it’s dirty work

and the fresh air isn’t enough we need to smoke

and see, disappearing over the tops of pine trees, a white sky

 

blank as an envelope, with no address, no location.

You speak about your wife expecting the third child

and how the girl does so well in athletics at school;

you look about yourself, as if where we were wasn’t here,

 

stamping your feet on the forest floor, you walk in a circle

and the dogs pick up your unrest I imagine

moving their ears and their tails in anxious agitation

and you pat, pet them, quite able to prove your humanity

 

but soon we’ll have to get ourselves back behind the wire

back to the desk, the endless admin, and all the rest.

 

 

Just in Time

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The peaceful resolution image

The light under the dawn

Sea traffic across the line of the sky

Peacefully, the gull in time

 

Just in time the peaceful image

Traffic roaring on the horizon of hearing

A sea in the next road a dawn

Breaking under the paving a sky

 

Unpacking its emptiness space on top

Of space, the delineation of air

The peaceful emptiness underneath time

Gull folds resolving its image

 

The shoreline a paving of time

Unpacking the empty limit of hearing

The dawn underneath the image

Breaking the horizon of the sky

 

Traffic of air in the peaceful light waves

Returning their information to the shore

Not Alone

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I photographed this street writing in Dorset Gardens Brighton when the UK 2015 May elections were being contested. In the midst of a deeply disheartening global and political scene, I felt encouraged by its affirming message. What this says is true.