Likewise from a hand-written file of the 1980s for information purposes only as prior work ====================================
Hiatus In A Room
Even when the insistent frantic sound of the rain drumming horizontal glass as from the start continues now as fast as before, moving gaps are to be found,
in the clustering continuous downpour, of silence there in the thick of the fall. At this time, forgotten thoughts start to call from touched depths, drowsy at first, and then mourn
love apart as silence separated from surface noise in the close present, a disconnection as unpleasant as a line not just out of order but dead
yet assumed to be working as you wait for the call a million hours late.
===================================== Mountain Eerie, Valley Urn
Dew sentient, the fresh seraphim stand at the treeline, adjunct to the fir trees as mist clears, for eagles to apprehend a flamboyance of land, clawing the breeze.
Adroit with a far-ranging vision of a day maturing, the bird aloft flies out of reach, unlike the scattered town in sight, supine with heat, the pavement soft.
Dusty slithering misery is sunk without fast rescue under the new heat piled adjacent to the kerb and the junk and flies on the pavement of a poor street.
Stone is for paving and heat for compression of the ghost-rent hungry, spent and lost in an urn.
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Frontier Bridge
Sombre, the un-arrested cold of dawn props the battle-pocked, jammed extinguished dead entrenched (in their choked abandoned canyon) landfill mass parted from the day ahead.
Beneath the frontier bridge sentry post the unabated Jordan is fetid and, dank in the dawn, murk for the lives lost, the aridity in the coveted.
The heat then pulses like a harsh harangue, mesmerising in arching-sky azure as 'planes drop to their digital pasture bludgeoning each tinting, ruptured lung.
The affable subterfuge of a breeze others long for, from quiet, distant seas.
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Separation (in Sheen)
At the end of a tiring day to shed tears by a solitary gaping bed
as a wet night dampens the streetlamp glow phosphorescent in the sky undertow.
Water pools a common for misery for some watched by those waiting for bland to come.
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Desert Statuary
Ineffectual south-east of the Aegean columns fell to barbarism in the sand torpid as the West; spinning there unseen Fate quaffing Klotho raised an invisible hand.
Lachesis' whimsical measuring smile unescorted, unseductive, exiled faltered, and mile after unaltered mile imaginary statuary stifled.
Atropos sank; and tyred macadam solidifying with rest for the damned of the ash road and the bunkering heat and the mirage soldiering to a beat.
Dry heat expurgated its residence in the moving midst of what was absence.
====================================== Vers libre ex. hand-written file dated 1988 ======================================
Fragment Of A Lost Epic
'... No longer decadent ranks of men tanned on the sand, as if provincial time had speeded up and those who were smiling stopped and turned gaunt.
And then the intransigent demons start, to perforate a raw sojourn in salt lined by the looping volunteer lash, cramped by a sea, the voyage under way fading the beach of departure to foam- lit breakers, incessant sand plundering the sea of carnage, and the sea the shore.
Waves mounting like a gathering of pain breakers run purple to the glinting sun....'
