On a June morning, wet
\nand weepy, I came back
\nto the broo: <\/p>\n
its accordion of tones
\nand teeth, the wild eyes
\nof hirsute residents.<\/p>\n
Like a marsupial conceals
\na cub, I engulf a book
\nof Armitage’s poems;<\/p>\n
weaving through words
\nas electronic Job Points
\ngesture like madmen – <\/p>\n
a few clicks and they know exactly<\/em> we don’t have to be here, Midway through silver hair and evocative paunch, We meet with a collective pinkness, racing through every ailment Is there anyone under your care At this point I crumble, <\/p>\n Water Features<\/strong><\/p>\n Your voice is a balloon My smile is a child Our likeness was water, trickle and splash \u2013 roving rushed their waterfall, and sliding into earthy from its ambitious river; <\/p>\n
\nhow much trouble you’re in.
\nMost of us pretend <\/p>\n
\ndelivering a haughty hymn
\nof honeyed triumphs. <\/p>\n
\n\u2018Man with a Golf Ball Heart’,
\nI’m accosted by Neil, his thinning<\/p>\n
\ncast a hostile shadow.
\nCome right this way Mr Pedersen.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nhis tongue a ticking indicator,
\nmy words skidding tyres,<\/p>\n
\nneither of us have. The day
\nhad been a diagram, until:<\/p>\n
\nor who cares for you, on a full- time
\nor part-time basis?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNeil has broken me.
\nWould I be here if there was?<\/em><\/p>\n
\ngetting further and further
\naway.<\/p>\n
\nsaying Look at me! Pay me
\nattention!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nit’s why we came together;
\nto cascade and thrum,<\/p>\n
\ntorrents, us river folk;
\nwho young and giddy <\/p>\n
\ncutting too deep, too fast,
\nbattering the banks <\/p>\n
\nseparation \u2013 an ox-bow lake
\ndivorced<\/p>\n
\none of us running,
\nthe other stilled.<\/p>\n
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On a June morning, wet