Tuesday Poem

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You see me now as what I have become again:
Chromework like mercury

Tuesday Poem: Thoughts of a Bicycle

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Of course I am only a machine
And full of natural frailty.
My tyres go soft,
My chain drops off,
My brake blocks wear out

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Tuesday Poem: Hospital

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Among the many roads we have to travel in this life,
Nothing prepares us for this:
The one we will one day travel every Sunday afternoon –
Or every Saturday afternoon,
Or even every evening –

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Tuesday Poem: Motel

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Never quite empty and never quite full,
The motel car park ebbs and flows
With vehicles that suddenly all look the same.

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Tuesday Poem: Prostitute and Madonna

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A smudgy, smoky blonde, she stands alone
Before the alabaster statuette,
Her gaze filled Pre-Raphaelite regret,
Her fleshy body still as holy stone.

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Tuesday Poem: The Hawk on my Hand

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I was born with a beautiful hawk on my hand,
With wings of the wind and with feathers of fire,

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Tuesday Poem: Heidelberg

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You have so many colours,
My Heidelberg,
My borrowed patch of home,

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Tuesday Poem: Restaurant Waiter, Piazza della Signoria

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I am a restaurant waiter
Like any other restaurant waiter:
I wear out my shoes and my bones
Walking back and forth

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Tuesday Poem: Love-Poem for February

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Thus should love start, thus should love start:
A slow chill creeping on the heart

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Tuesday Poem: The Moments When We Meet

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The moments when we meet
Alight like a bird on my hand

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