Objects Of Desire

When I was little, we had a set of dinner plates with illustrated cats prancing in a circle round the edges. There was an error on one of the four plates, so a single cat had no tail.

This was always the plate to have. Tears were often shed in pursuit of its imperfection.

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Notes:

1. Written on September 7th, 2019

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4/3/4 (#2)

some more poems
all written
in 4/3/4

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#27: night sky #1

beneath the stars
on my back
I lay weeping

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#28: night sky #2

A near full moon
surrounded
by wisps of cloud

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#29: memory loss

I have learned much
forgotten
many times more

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#30: discomfort

pigeon orgy
on the roof
I look away

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#31: ruin

they closed the pub
years ago
left it to rot

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#32: approaching dusk #1

the contrails sweep
in curved arcs
across the sky

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#33: approaching dusk #2

storm clouds approach
thunder heard
no lightning seen

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#34: a sunday afternoon

suddenly now
I feel sick
faint, my eyes weep

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#35: afterwards

I sleep soundly
through the night
and through the day

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#36: british summer time

went to the shops
it rained and
rained and rained and

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#37: living room

there’s a spider
hanging there
waiting, waiting

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#38: bank holiday weekend #1

sat beneath a
parasol
and did not move

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#39: bank holiday weekend #2

hair wet with sweat
head throbbing
i cannot sleep

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#40: an autobiography of my life until now

I was lonely
then I was
lonelier still

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#41: september

the sun went in
the wind blew
early autumn

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#42: in the park #1

a sausage dog
prancing by
grinning, grinning

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#43: in the park #2

a pound a bag
by the pond
to buy duck food

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#44: in the park #3

i put away
the rubbish
others had left

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#45:

a small forest
of dead trees
all turned to bone

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#46: beyond intransigence

if I can change
my own mind
you can change yours

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#47: the catcher in the rye

I’d never read
this before
but now I have

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#48: i

I feel so tired
all the time
old bones aching

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#49: corrections

rewriting this
poem took
several hours

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#50: in my pocket

a tiny scrap
of paper
containing this

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#51: autumnal river scene #1

on the river
an egret
amongst the gulls

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#52: autumnal river scene #2

fisherman’s boat
fisherman
fisherman’s dog

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Notes:

1. Written between August 10th and September 6th

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Marvel’s First Gay Superhero

Last night I dreamt I was Marvel’s first gay superhero.

I was in the newest film, and I got to be friends with the green woman from guardians of the galaxy, and while she was talking to tony stark I got to say a single sassy quip.

(The joke unfortunately goes unremembered)

Then in the first action sequence of the film, I chastely kissed my boyfriend (an unnamed, nondescript pale man in white tshirt) goodbye on the forehead, before flying off in my spaceship, where the baddy (a 100 foot tall man with no hands) punched my spaceship straight into the sun.

And that was the end of Marvel’s first gay superhero.

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Notes:

1. Written on 14th August, 2019
2. Based upon a dream of the previous night
3. All historical inaccuracies are the fault of my sleeping brain

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Windows

I was watching a film the other day when I realised I’ve never climbed out of a window.

In films everyone’s climbing out of windows all the bloody time. Sneaking out when they’re grounded. Stepping out onto the roof to look at the stars. Sleepwalking into Dracula’s arms. Climbing out onto the ledges round a high rise while attempting to avoid murderers, monsters, husbands, wives. Prison escapes, secret base infiltrations, the exploration of ruins.

I have missed out on so much, with my quaint usage of doors.

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Notes:

1. Written on 15th August, 2019

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The Ice Child

There was a girl made entirely of ice. Her friends made her sit in the sun so long, while they chatted to themselves about what to do, that she melted clean away without any of them noticing at all.

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Notes:

1. Written on July 5th, 2019
2. When it was very hot
3. I imagine

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