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Lee Holloway Towers Poem
I timed my departure to coincide with the
lunar eclipse, but the
eastern horizon wasn't apparent,
in the park, or at the top of the road
my local high points
I scanned the firmament along with
other rando hopefuls but there was
no show to see so
onwards and upwards we went
as wine of a deep red hue
wasn't going to
buy or drink itself
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in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart
you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure
curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin
we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table
waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light
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Yes I have balanced upon this rock
for 75, 85 years causing
negligible quantities
of soil to shift
Daily I wait patiently
on said surface at these familiar
co-ordinates, yet in my time
I visited 75, 85 territories of
the artificially boundaried surfaces
There was some growing, some striving
scant praying, scarce slaying
and my best claim my final
claim is to have left
no trace #pfft#
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Could we not at least exchange some crummy
anecdotes about our recent pasts
some poorly recalled bus stop or shop incidents
semi memories of there was this time when
I'll take any half digested subvocal passing thoughts
and an inappropriate and unvoiced yet sincerely held
opinion which you know is safe with me
Throw me a crumb here and I'll toss you
the whole hog utilising my award-winning
(and vigorous) masculine muscles
Instead of flinging it angry apelike
into the webvoid in the form of
incoherent cackhanded freeposts
begging for any minor engagement
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How perversely exciting it used to be, in
the months after you made your decision
to abandon this hopeless situation
meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much
the shattered bones of you and me
I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy
getting up early and heading out to Heathrow
to provide the welcome committee
and then I went straight to work? and where
did you go on those days?
I forget you had other friends, and
that strangely I wasn't the epicentre
of your multiverse
30 years have passed
the children you had with Wolfgang cycle shorts
may even have children now, but
Facebook won't furnish me with that information
On those airport journeys I always listened to
the Blood on the Tracks cassette
I found in the office 'library', a source of much wonder
which also included rare volumes, magazines
and actual vinyl. They didn't appreciate what they had
and neither, here comes the punch-
line, did I
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big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
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On weekday nights when it grew
too quiet
Alex the angry barman
would strut towards the machine, somehow
disable its need for money, and
select a batch of Elvis songs
And when the first one came on, he'd be scanning
the few customers for signs of disrespect
'There, that's proper music, none of
your punk rock nonsense'
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Isn't it transparent
how the water always looks the same
- life is wet!
Still, the tap (US faucet) gets stuck at times
tight, stiff, trapped
a spanner (US wrench) may be required
for the loosening
But once it flows again
it flows again, until
the return of the indifferent drought
Some days a mere trickle
- barely enough to keep a body alive -
other times, the cursing and
the yanking
And days when the correct tools
cannot be located
- borrowing takes place,
the quick fix
Other beverages are available, of course
but they lack the purity, and the clarity
of the haitch the aitch and the oh
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But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs
some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly
lurking amidst the shower curtain then
flapping wildly all around my hat
just not first thing on
a Monday morning when stark staring
and uncoffeed thus it must
be duly despatched with an implement
humanely and meanwhile the water's
spraying in all directions
Later on leaving my nosy neighbour beckons
from her window and announces
there's a wet patch on the outside wall
you must have a leaky bath
you'll want to get that sorted and
I'm already late and it's the dullest
blanket grey dullest cold beans for breakfast
not that you have time for it
dead nothing morning and I wish you the best of
luck with the rest of it
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You have a new message
'oh did you forget about me'
no but your picture suggested
we couldn't inhabit the same universe
There was a lunchtime meetup
I tell myself I am not that sort of person
but maybe you were for one wild week
five dates in three days
'I always say I didn't chose acting
acting chose me'
We had a coffee, saw some art, she
invited me to accompany her to an
appointment
'I'm no good at this, I never was'
that's what she said
but I always thought it was my line
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