the loneliness
digging a cat’s grave
this autumn night
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This poem was written for George, my cat. And, to finish, here’s Gene Clark –
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The Soft Angle
the soft angle
of his neck after the car
the impact
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This poem was written because pigeons have no road sense. And, to finish, here’s Erik B and Rakim –
Autumn sun on its thread
autumn sun on its thread
last prey of the abandoned
spider web
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This poem was written because of a seriously slack approach to housework. And, to finish, here’s A Guy Called Gerald.
Klimt Pins a Tapestry
Klimt pins a tapestry
to the Amsterdam canal
mid smoke
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This poem was written following a recent visit to Amsterdam, which was lekker. And, to finish, here’s the Beta Band.
On a Dusty Trail
on a dusty trail
turn this corner to find the air
drunk with roses
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This poem was written on the way to work and unexpectedly finding some beauty lingering in the air. And, to finish, here’s Cud –
