April 2012

on a Dawlish bench /
invite to enjoy the view /
eating a cream tea

imagining friends /
they have never existed /
these ghosts in my head

on my roof at night /
asking entry permission /
knock of tree knuckles

curled up with a cold /
with too much time on my hands /
banal confinement

waited far too long /
for a man of principal /
who never arrived

In the theatre of life
I yearned to play the child
But ended up in the adult’s role

I have a head cold /
is my justification /
watching Sooty show

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