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1. Tongue had lost no cunning.Public meeting halls with one mirrored dressing rooms.‘Nine in a Row’, now that was the place,where fluent J..
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Shut up in a Paris apartment,
tedious is the rainy day.
The demon of frivolity
(faithful to the female sex),
in order to house guests at his table..
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Waltzing with the great oak leaves,
the summer winds shake wood and dell.
Violets rise to kiss the sun
as if by fate compelled.
Across a brook t..
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Like Carroll, I try to believe in impossible dreams before breakfast.
Like Wilde, with scotch and soda grin, I hold an empty cup in the universe.
Li..
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A seat in the window of a cafe off Kings Road,
copy-book handwriting and cognac.
Knightsbridge in the evening.
On a cold stomach, one cannot get dr..
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On my way back to the normal world
of finger tip reality,
morally responsible for last nights trouble,
I nurtured the monster & betrayed the sp..
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Hiding like an animal,
in a cab through hot streets.
Running away from the city.
An old impresario lives
outside a cigar shop on 30th.
A pass..
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The pointed diamond in her glass,
had left a taste of quintessence
and the heart with lewd desires.
My soul has a sacred vein.
Make me immortal ..
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From the collected works, 'Blue China', 2016.
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I’ll run backwards through the alphabet,
while you send for the medical man.
The two villains remain nameless
& for several months bled o..
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