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  • Tube

    Tube

    So I’m on a tube. Speeding from Baker Street to Waterloo. Ion the silver shiny jubilee line.  This was my old commute down to Canary Wharf. Today I get off earlier but oh how much have I reacted to this trip? I feel such a sense of loss as I stand here avoiding tourist backpacks.…

  • Silver spoon

    Silver spoon

    I look for a silver spoon To help the medicine go down  The bitter taste sticks around And reminds me that  Life is not all sugar It’s not so sweet at times. But then, sugar isn’t really sweet A history stained with tyranny and tears.  Shielded by marketing and greed But it fixes the rancid…

  • Arnold’s song, or total recall

    Arnold’s song, or total recall

    How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it the…

  • If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

    A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…

  • Step

    Step

    Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step