Billy Joel’s rejects

“Touch my taps of polished chrome”;

“I’ve just covered me in foam”;

“You’re my sticky honey comb”;

Good God - an instant pleasure dome.

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Fast food in Sussex

(Bishopstone, Lewes and Brighton)

Out the chip shop, follow the lane

(taking care with gravy and gulls).

Insects rise and beckon to the church

(still taking care with gravy).

The tower, hand up in the sky but not leaving,

Keeps time only, the bells do not free.

Chalk white (from chalk) it guided ships into harbour

(before the t...

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No words exist without people to tell

(Wystan would have purred.)

Is there a poetry equivalent of a medley? Stars on 45 giving a recital of the best lines. Sometimes a line will offer meaning on its own, cut as a flower from the bulb field in which it grew.

The collage that follows takes a line from each of the poems in my recent book “Returning Channels” and puts them ...

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A liitle new poem titled Bickleigh. Maybe you've been there?

Bickleigh

Who told?

The lady sipping earl grey at the railway?

The woman photographing the arch under the road?

Any one of a cluster of frogs hanging out in marshes by the Exe?

The darkened figure in the estate agent’s car (next to the gravel heap)?

A deerstalker sinks on my brow -

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