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hangs rusty chains in the January wind, strapped, a loose Ulysses at the edge of the Thames, hearing no song, massive and bowed. Tomorrow’s dawn will lap light
Although I never said exactly what I was thinking, and although I realise that twenty-three years is a long time to have waited and the moment may not be as fresh
there is slow dynamite watch the blue gunpowder starring flashes and bursts beyond the road we drive along in separate cars it is a shared moment a controlled
The poet, thinking about how to write some scene describing plain working class life, invents Dave, arriving home, tea-time, tired from a day’s heavy banter, as daylight
Autumn. The starlings over Abbey Park pinwheeling, turning the hard sky - splinters of ink, diffusing. Sudden dark shakes and fills the rough-barked, aching trees;