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Saturday 21 June 2014

Do?






Do fishes dream of growing legs
And skating in the park

Do hippo’s wish their mouths were small
Not cavernous and dark

Do cheetahs ever blow a fuse
When running at top speed

Do elephant’s sometimes forget
They left their trunk to feed

Do Camels spit because
They saw a young boy do it first

And when frogs are blowing up their faces
Does the odd one burst

Does a falcon always spot its prey
When falling from the sky

Or does it sometimes blink too fast
With a tear it cannot cry

Do swallows really fall sleep
Upon the wing at night

And if they do, who tucks them in

All safe and snug and tight

Friday 6 June 2014

10 minutes




We met at a Service Station
Somewhere off the M6
She, with London eyes and a Bradford smile
Me, with kitbag and case
Headed for Basic Training, beasting and half-arsed-bonding

She threw me a smile.
A lazy, scented lasso slipped over my heart
And reeled me in

We talked of Mum’s tears
And Dad’s warm, ‘Just in case’ scrunched up notes 
Palmed off between a lengthy hug.
Nodding sisters’ eager to claim bedrooms
Before the front door, slammed shut.

I gave her a lift as far as Watford
Two hours tried on 10 minutes for size
And liked the fit.

In the need to be heard
Neither of us really listened
To what the other said.
Except perhaps the space between words
Where hope, love and luck
Reside

And where possibilities queue
Like children

Showing off at their own birthday party