Long Drip dry Poems

for Eric Mottram (1924 - 1995)*

 a life of toil for the man in the centre
 a hub in the peripheral tireless wheel
 
   where he go then where he go this working...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots,...

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In a way that lease we broke is a good thing you see
We can travel forever now, it only just set us free

We can see the sights outside the city lights
Come on with me sweetie,...

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feeling exposed as mud splatters,
the cotton clinging and drenched
chattering teeth, seething relief
as the sun warms the rancid smile
of bulbous peaches pressing,
depressing and like an eclipse,
a disturbing shadow of unwomanliness.
all at once passionate, lusting, learned,
yes educated...

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Down from the statue
and into the water
they will come for you

Out from the safety and into the womb
they will comfort you

The scanning of retinas stops now
though it’s not like I got complaints
It’s just the landlords...

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Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind.
I became a glove for your love.

I gave you time,
I gave you my tongue
so you could speak a moment of ecstasy.

You gave me Cauliflower cheese,
the only meal you...

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Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called...

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HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - -
Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat.

One day does...

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the rain spilled its barrels on my way to work
hit a pot hole and the tire split
the spare like a donut was cream filled
a passing motorist splashed me with a puddle
my nice matching suit was...

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It wasn't that she couldn't read
It was just instructions she failed to heed
For on the back was a washing label
100% fact, 0% fable
Perhaps she thought it was a lie
"Drip dry" "Drip dry" "Drip dry"
 
Before...

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A slow and painful crash
Where one sees one's face
Approach the dashboard in infinite detail
Where one has time 
To check one's fear in the mirror
But instead takes a suck on a vape
And puts one's foot down
And,...

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When I was young my mum ironed my jeans
With my clean underwear on I thought I looked keen
But as I grew older and had to look after myself
Ironing your jeans was a sign of wealth

So...

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The noon sunray squeezes my eyes,
Viewing the snowy mountain heights,
Under immense blue screen:
What a nice shiny scene!

The birds sunbathe their wings in high;
First rain left few flowers drip-dry;
The yellow and brown foliage
Shade the shrubs of...

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