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Beings in the Firmament

October 4, 2012
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A sun performs its light-show far up there,
a million light years from the planet Earth.
A million lovers turn their heads aloft,
wondering at a million years ago
when that enormous, tiny ball of flame
was roasting planets as they see it now.

And maybe in another million years
a message from the beings on a world
revolving round NGC603
will reach our humble, blue-lit, fading home
when all our foolish ways have come to grief
and Earth is but an empty might-have-been.

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Troubles

October 4, 2012
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NB This was supposed to be about stars for National Poetry Day, but with help from Arthur, aged 4 and Madeleine, aged 6, it turned out a little different to my original intention. I did, however manage to get an astral reference in…

I went to the toilet but there wasn’t any toilet roll
I went to the toilet but there wasn’t any toilet roll
I went to the toilet but there wasn’t any toilet roll
So I had to get up to get a new one from the cupboard

The paper wouldn’t tear along the perforations
The paper wouldn’t tear along the perforations
The paper wouldn’t tear along the perforations
So I went and got a pair of scissors from the kitchen

The scissors were too stiff, they wouldn’t even cut the air
The scissors were too stiff, they wouldn’t even cut the air
The scissors were too stiff, they wouldn’t even cut the air
So I went to get an oilcan from the garden shed

It slipped from my fingers and fell into my underpants
It slipped from my fingers and fell into my underpants
It slipped from my fingers and fell into my underpants
And made a stain that looked like the Orion Nebula

A gust blew the door shut and I couldn’t get back in again
A gust blew the door shut and I couldn’t get back in again
A gust blew the door shut and I couldn’t get back in again
So I had to climb back in through the living room window, Mr. Magistrate.


The Plasticising of Womankind

October 4, 2012
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Layers of style and cosmetic preparation
to deceive the eye and hide the real person
languishing beneath, desiring love,
receiving mere attraction
to the thing created
by the thing added.

Sure, go and see and buy and do
and have the fun in pots and brushes,
gild the lily, paint the butterfly
and hope the beauty still remains,
unsaccharine-sweetened
as before
when pure.