insufferable people
it’s city life
like the train bum
We see him way too much
once a week anyway - he's notorious.
you can’t just loom over someone
stand too close
I can smell him, gross
get out of my space
get out of my face
stay an arm’s length away
He makes me miss covid isolation
There’s vulnerability in human interaction
Charles asks me with his eyes
I look away - which says ‘no,’
but I’ll let you know.
As we slide into the station
I step back
and Charles steps between us
my exit, now behind Charles, is blocked from view
and Charles pivots to subtly block his exit
until the doors close and Charles steps out.
In football that would be a ‘pic’
in basketball a ‘rub’
but there are no flags here
no fouls or whistles
we’ve practiced this for years
sheering away, steering away
misguided messieurs
.
.
A song for this:
Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre
Sometimes on my morning walk,
When no one is around,
I’ll pass by a photographer
And know that I am bound
To see a dressed-up couple,
Posed and smiling, thinking of
The lovely pics to show to all
To prove their new-found love.
With the river in the background,
It’s a lovely urban scene,
But today had something added,
Not the usual routine.
For the couple was instructed
To run straight, as they did do,
To the spot upon the promenade
Where pigeons strut and coo.
The startled birds all lifted up
And circled in the air
As the camera person snapped away,
The pigeons everywhere.
The happy couple laughed,
Then all the birds flew down to roost,
For some New York flair into those pics
They’d surely introduced.
A lovely family outing
on an apple orchard roam
It's not a place for shouting
or for staring at one's phone
The autumn breeze is blowing
and the scenery, divine
if one more text, I'm going
to just make her iPhone mine
If dearest, darling daughter
cannot put her cell away
then into the river water
it may take a dip today
My warnings are not sticking
one more selfie, we might grapple
and with all this Apple Pic’ng
she’s not picked a single apple!
Still life Pics Seasoned Hearts
David J Walker
Still life Pics
Of moving parts
Midnight mix
Of seasoned hearts
A morning sun
An evening moon
The day is done
And gone too soon
And you and I
And I and you
The time goes by
But hearts stay true
Red is yarrow
Yellow Blue
A new tomorrow
In borrowed hue
The still life picks
Its falling parts
But saves for Styx
Its seasoned hearts
colour relates
chromatically
multiplicity
in
the search
for
light
perfected
illusion
optical
counteractive
contrasts
the spectral
in
peripheral
pauses
time
frozen
in shadow
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I still have all pics
You made with me
I check them daily
They could be lost
Any moment just as you
Remind me our past
I love you thats why
They're still with me
Smiling at me
Behind the screen
I also smile back with tears
Living in constantly erasable pictures
Im storming off stage!!
When did dullness become so widespread?
Who or what beast of night and shadow of day
feeds off there very lives the essence the dance
of existential extemity the gloomy failure
in all these rules ive had to play all that i had to
become all has left me nothing matters now
i know emptiness each trip dibaca bursting that
detained my lifeforce my nobody signs and
bloody stares let me have the unembraced
Charging my lips waiting for you
Michelangelo,Goya
-Vermeer
Gaugin,Basquiat
-Picasso
Turner,Lautrec
-Caravaggio
Warhol,Pollock
-Munch.
Rockwell,Bacon
-El Greco
O'Keeffe,Matisse
-Kahlo
Rembrandt,Renoir
-Modigliani
Klimt and Gentileschi.
Perv'e poets upset.
There's, no naked lady pics.
More time to rhythm.
.
It's
not you; it's
me
.
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