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now I come with you
to the edge of our kingdom

these sounds like dawn,
inside:

we know nothing,
and are free
freer
freeing

tell me:
is it you who brought me here?

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lay us sprawled out on black leather couches
listening to the cracks in vinyl
the evening light cast through the blinds
without a shadow of doubt
catching the rim of now empty glasses
another night uncorked

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Standing under a scaffold
Watching a torrential passing shower
Photo Op
Amid the chaos and anarchy of big bad New York
A somber park scene and a bus shelter
Moody and delightful on a summer day

Time and time again,
we revisit the old truths
we once remembered.
How strange the sudden
deluge of doubt
and the sudden surfacing
of memory, dolphin-like,
reminding us again,
a familiar face, adage
we have heard before, or
the beaten road we once
traveled before us again,
time and time over,
but something has changed.

I like meat and potatoes
Cooked medium
It’s bad for my prostate
Living dangerously
Bukowski worked at the post office
I sell stuff that’s not sexy
Just necessary
Always the loner
Finding comfort in one on one encounters
Put me in a group and I drink too much
The guy slipping out the back, and not returning
Gave up corporate life
To go on the road in field sales
No car, no problem
Walk my territory like a cop on a beat
Everyone thinks I’m crazy
There is some truth in that
Sex drives me, whether I’m having it or not
It’s mind play in my idle moments
Grateful to feel the sensual pull
Just a regular Joe
With blue sky expansive thoughts
Best days are simple
My dog’s nose is cold
My thoughts warm
Coffee aura spreading elevation
A day with promise
Unfolding

Reading recent email
They explain matters of state
Years of interplay
Living in the 2nd Life

Not going to explain attraction
Something so powerful
Shook my personal foundation
Real, not real, conceptual at best

Muse, lover, friend
Aura, float, conflict
Love fest, steady, vision
Pleasure, poison, beautiful…

It was our Wedding Anniversary,
we were walking along the seafront.
There was a little guy in his late fifties
standing next to a fishing pole,
so we sauntered on over to ask him
if he was having any luck?
He looked nervous as we approached?
In a rock pool smaller than a bath
at the side of him, were three baby sharks,
each about the length of my arm.
I tried asking him what he planned
doing with them, eat them maybe?
But he could hardly speak English
and repeated the words “Throw…back”
a couple of times whilst continuing
to get more anxious the longer we stayed.
We walked off, you concerned
(You have a heart of gold after all,
picking worms up off the Summer
pavement to stop them from drying out)
and me? well, I was more curious.
“What could he possibly need
with three baby sharks, poor things?”
you muttered, shaking your head.
“Well, there’s cowboy boots
and a damned good soup for a start off!”
I replied helpfully, it was never my
sense of humour you had married me for.

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