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1: LOOKING OUT EASTWARDS

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Pulling the curtain aside, looking

for the revelation of the day not

yet come but seeing its promise,

opening the window and looking

out eastwards seeing the banks

of grey, writing my gospel here,

pulling the days aside looking

for validation, transformation of

the ordinary days lived carelessly,

shuffling them into a new order

as though, in themselves, they

were not light enough nor full

nor good enough, seeing out there

a dull mottle covering the higher

cloud as if it were smoke drifted

here from the vast fire of the sun.

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2: SEMI-SOLID

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i

Shoals of objects on my operating table,

arrested in motion like a stopped film,

point away from me, the clock on its

back is face up. I am the sorcerer’s

apprentice and will dance with them,

their soft grey doubles weakening

as I lift them, move across the surface,

then the fuzzy shadows disappear, the

stapler, tape dispenser, pens

will bounce all day from hand to

tablecloth, but now, before that starts

I look at them waiting in their gleaming

plastic forms and feel something born

of the looking: everything the eye

touches, touches the heart.

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3: COOING AND TURNING TURTLE

=============================

i

Jean-Pierre fell for a married

woman, wooed and won her,

in an absence of morality

they took a lorry and emptied

the house where she lived

of furniture and sold it.

When the husband came home,

said Jean-Pierre,

ooooo

ooooo

laughing, the whole house

was bare, nothing there at all.

They bought food and wine

and rented a flat for six

weeks, where they stayed

in bed until the police caught

up with them. We know

nothing of the woman, but

oooo

oooo

J-P came to the UK, apparently

the code Napoleon allows

for self exile, after ten years

the miscreant can return

home with no risk of charges

being laid. He gambled

a great deal, then got

a job as night watchman

oooo

oooo

guarding a safe, which was

not particularly so under his

gaze. When his need became

extreme he stole a modest

percentage of the money in it.

What had stirred this scruple?

Who knows? But he felt

the virtue of it, I could have taken

ooo

ooo

everything, he said, resenting

the fact that they fired him,

and also that they kept his passport.

He worked overnight in a bakery,

listening to comedy on French radio.

He was vain and even if it was freezing

he would not button his suede coat,

oooo

oooo

Because, he said, it looks better

open. He had been tormented

by the need for sex, and for a while

seduced only fat girls, because they

didn’t take long to conquer and were

grateful. He cooked well, and told

his story handsomely.

oooo

oooo

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4: GLISTENING AND TRANSPORTING

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oooooooooo

v.

ooooooooooooooPutting one foot

oooooooooooooooooooafter the other

oooooooooooo oooooooooooooin our minds,

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooas it

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowere

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooootesting the

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ground,

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooseeing

oooooooooooooooooooo if it would

ooooooooooooohold,

ooooooooooobut not

ooooo ooohaving the

oooooooonecessary

oooooooooequipment

ooooooooooto monitor

ooooooooootthe

oooooooooooostability,

ooooooooooooooalways

oooooooooooooooogoing back

oooo and

ooothen

oooro going

oooooooo back

oooooooooooto soon, or

oooooooooooooooo late,

ooooooooooooooooooand it

ooooooooooooooooooo was

ooooooooooooonot the road

oooooooooooooooothat was

oooooooooooooooowrong it

ooooooooooooowas the

oooooooincessant

oooodoubt that

oocoloured

oooooooooooand

oooooooooooodistorted

oooooooooooooooooooo it,

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