Four walls, closed door, open window,
early morning, few people walking,
almost forgotten, sound of child’s play,
low horizon, flat road, ambulance knows
the way, knock, walk in, no stairway
to heaven, once two, vacant possession,
you’re young for this road.
Knowing you, as we do,
paths crossing into beds,
made, as we are now,
if I’d asked you, what’s that,
I couldn’t have, yes, but
that was then, what’s that,
go on then, will I, yes.
One thing, two of them
thing is, she didn’t know
thing is, he couldn’t tell
‘What you doing, Son?’
‘Looking for a paint tin’
‘Looking for a job then?’
‘Mum told me to’
‘She tells me that too’
‘Ah, here’s a ‘Dulux’ one’
‘It’s almost empty’
‘It’s the address of ‘ICI’ I need’
‘You’re going for it then?’
‘I’ll be a scientist, you’ll see’
ICI (Imperial Chemical Industries) was the British forerunner of the Anglo-Swedish and Anglo-Swiss bioscience companies, AstraZeneca and Syngenta.
yet had something
naive blushed easy
kissed gentle no tongue
held hands never groping
none kept him for long
he’d heard the whispers
he the slow one, kind though
too obeisant for his own good
one smiled, shyly asked him
to walk a while with her.
Well here we go again
my comments disappearing
or if a first one seen a second
may not be, as if I’m not caring,
devoid of touch and feeling, you
know that’s not true don’t you,
or maybe you’ve said screw you,
you know I wouldn’t blame you
and yes I’m smiling, don’t take me
seriously, you don’t do you, I’m
English, we don’t do feelings, do we?
WordPress, why spam me?
What might have been,
what if, the prick, as if,
his safety-pin undone.
Looking back, he’ll admit
idyllic days he hasn’t lived,
close to, let filter through,
an image, an hour or two,
strolling, easy words between,
hands held, his recall, the sun
out too, yet then again it may have
rained, he didn’t catch her name.
Looking back, she reflects
that day, not of her best,
her recall, he wanted more,
yet all he did was hold her hand,
that sudden shower didn’t help,
her thin dress, transparent view,
his eyes, she remembers now,
averted, yet then again she ran.
Up early, change of clothes today
blue jeans, grey Oxford shirt
whatever socks no holes in
any underwear that’s clean
not going anywhere but, hey
got to make a better Tuesday
This touching, its real isn’t it.
I’m feeling someone I’ve not met.
This touching, I’m feeling, you too?