My muse
Wasn’t amused
She’d heard the news
And found me in a mews
Post-booze blues
Having a snooze.

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That thing
Deep far below
Where the snow grows,
And the mistletoe.
Sand dunes
From billions of beads
Do not heed.
Insects have their armour
But human limbs
Flail,
Fail
Grasping gasping branches
In the rain.
Time marches on regardless
Forgetting the first kiss
That I missed.

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In autumn
I travel the trains
Watching the leaves
on the trees change colour.
From green to yellow, red and brown.
But by the time I get home
All the trees are bare.

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