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TRANSITION -- For Jo. He strode out like a boy possessed Into the twenty-second of June. Here he put the demons to rest And laid out on the dune. Staring at the falling sky The commotion in his face was plain- It spoke truths, it dare not lie, About his father, who now lay slain. The salt air was quietly exhaled (By the boy pressing his feet into the sand) And as the north-easterly prevailed Down came the disillusioned hand. Tje child persued the misguided hand until July And here; frought with grief Tears freely flowing, he prepared to die He closed his eyes and clung to his handerkerchief dv [dv@bteg.com]

TRIVIAL WORDS Perfectly androgynous in its appearance, it clambers up the dusty track seemingly unaware of the life time shovelled before its own eye into the depths Of the orange ocean.  Here the red star shines upon friends and admirers, the solitary image of ignorance his death renders incomprehendable To the lonely souls that are borne into the watery second sun, with an air of depression thought unattainable to hoardes of scribes, eager But devoid of sincerity.  The canaries fall in anticipation as the hard, volcanic pastures rise up to meet the cloudy back song. dv [dv@bteg.com]

THE HEALER OF NATIONS The oasis of handprints climb the wall with less haste than had previously seemed imaginable never the same place or shape twice writhing up the table leg complemented perfectly by the small girl sat alone, in the middle of a flower All this fails to happen at the same time as the gecko climbs the christmas tree whilst the bull grows hair and the parrots parade (in grey and green) the bespectacled bear glares at the oasis where the children eat blackcurrants The the dictator rises, in her great coat and fails to keep any semblance of peace, yet she is meek and righteous and wears a silver cross. The ha

A POEM PARTLY ABOUT GIRLS As I sit here, staring to the wall, my mind wanders, my body crawls. The door is slightly ajar, as if in invitation the palm tree appears forbidden, slightly out of reach Never out of mind, yet I find it hard to find like apples in june (from off trees) (and similar in size) I do not appreciate the sternness of thirty more times a day of these nauseous tablets Making me wretched, and at a fragile disposition for the rest of the day wondering about the thumb holes As tame horses gallop into the sea there is always the temptation to walk round the harbour through the quay like a lozenge on a col