Sample poems from 'Your Sax Is On Fire'
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SPEED-DATING
We met.
You wept.
I left
I'M NOT GORDON RAMSAY YOU KNOW
A 'Custard Cream'
was not your dream
meal for a first date.
You called me mean,
but if I'd been -
I'd have cooked an 'After Eight!'
MOTHER'S PRIDE
Beer belly clouds
lop over the horizon,
wearing the landscape like jeans.
Fog thickening,
like arteries,
devours hope -
consuming memories.
The diabetic sky
collapses
in relief,
and wets itself.
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