Seeing Sally Cinnamon (1)

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Twas a quintessential English evening

All about town & the capital’s core,

On my arm a wonderful flutterling,

Perfectly amenable to the tour.

We met in a wine-bar off Trafalgar,

To delve within a cosy eaterie,

Then took our places at the theater

For the Mousetrap’s befuddling mystery.

O! The night brimm’d a goblet romantic

& our spirits, yes, they sparkl’d as the stars,

Rosie was a gentle alcoholic,

Floating, flirting, thro’ her favorite bars;

When to the chimes of Big Ben’s booming bells

We jump’d the last train down to Tunbridge Wells


OH MY GOD! I’m having a nightmare,

Fuck, look at the fucking time!


The kids are doin’ my head in

With their school-stuff everywhere,

“Here’s yer shoes, here’s yer socks,

Heres yer fuckin’ sandwich box!”

“MUMMY… don’t swear!”

OH MY GOD! Its ten to nine now,

& my car-keys JUST AREN’T THERE!

Will it rain, will mum call,

Will I end up on the dole

O MY GOD! Its five to nine now

& the traffic’s hit a WALL!


Good Morning Great Britain

Still great, still Britain

The sun is shining, 10:45 AM

£296.26 pence in my pocket

Time to bet it all on black & hit the road again

If time is a mere scratch & life is nothing

& nothing that occurs is of the slightest importance

Aberdeen to Birmingham, Arundel & Deal

Dullis Hill to Rotherham, Bristol & Peel

Inverness to Liverpool, Leeds & Palmer’s Green

Lewisham to Padiham & all the pubs between

Badminton to Twickenham & Barton-in-the-Beans

‘Til my bardic breath expires

This is my Time,

This is my Rhyme,

This is my Country!


                                              The Fader Code

1 Remain alert

2 Always keep your cool

3 Trust your instincts

4 Never show your money

5 Know your stations

6 Another five minutes won’t hurt in the loo

7 Know your enemy

8 Know your postcodes

9 The train’s going there anyway

10 When in doubt, clout

11 Trains always comes when ya skinnin’ up

12 It is every Fader’s duty to baffle & confuse

13 Always remember your free cup of tea

14 No need to rush unless you’re being chas’d


Partridge Walk, Burnley

I was a six-year-child when first I felt

My soul entwining with the fairer sex,

Em’rald-eyed neighbor, who, one starry night

Said, “Have you ever kiss’d a lass before?”

“Of course!” I yelp’d, but grandmas do not count

& as we kiss’d she giggled at my lips

Closed shut & clamp’d by frigid innocence,

& said, “No, not like that, ya kiss like this!”

& show’d me how my mouth should act a fish.

Soon sprinting home, embarrass’d at the deed,

That never was repeated I believe,

For looking back, I was, in tender days

Contented with the kisses of grandmas

& nee-owwwwing with little Corgi Cars.


I’m cringing every time I see a garish Paisley tie,

I’d just popp’d hungry into Greggs a hottish pie to buy

& chose a steak & kidney offer’d up for ninety pee,

I took the pie, she took the change & said, “It’s ninety-three!”

I said, “Love, that’s false advertising,” stormin’ out the door,

But never mess with Weegie Birds, they’re all fuckin’ hard-core,

& leaping from her hum-drum she pursued me down the street,

Looking as if an earthquake were shaking a slab of meat,

& panting now beside me squeez’d the pastie from my hans,

Smugging with satisfaction at her petty jobsworth’s stand

& turns her tail in triumph, as back to her shop she skips,

You coulda balanced ninety-three bridies on those fat hips,

Then looking down on what was left, my skin all bruis’d with mince,

I thought I’d catch the first train out – ain’t ever been back since!


Being virgin to Eros & his sighs

Spectral seconds attend the growing soul

Hearing a lute-string’d aether-breathing call

I turn’d to see her star-wreath’d, lustful eyes


My eagle-lashed, Latvian poetess,

My pearl-eyed raven in her Persian dress,

My Spanish pea-hen spangling as she comes,

My nude Numidian banging djembe drums.

Like mountain men & archipelagos


Or young sweethearts sniffing a first red rose

Like money men glimpsing a glint of gold

Or distant kin returning to the fold

Long time, for this fair moment, did we wait,


Which two sure hearts attaches into one,

& felt us fair as fairly dealt us fate

As, with a gasp, we match empyrean!

We are the music of the finches green


We are toa pussies purring by a fire

We are the fragrance of a vernal scene

We are two frogs full throated with desire


We are the thistle of your bonnie land,

We are toa rabbits sprinting cross the glen,

We are the seaweed strewn across the sand,

We are twa badgers snuggled in their den

There was an instant karma to our touch,


As if we had belong’d since time began,

For how can two new strangers feel so much,

Thro’ times like these life serves the higher plan


Like songbirds witnessing the world’s first dawn,

Or proud parents cooing their babe’s first yawn,

Like virgins witness to the breast exposed,

Or an exploring of the always closed,


We are morning in the Tuscan enclaves,

We are night on the Sea of Galilee,

We are swans a-gone gliding between white waves,

For we are one in nature, you & me.


We talk’d last night

& after we made love

I read to you the Lao-Tse Tung;

In my voice rose ancyent chimes,

Funell’d thro’ the Jiayuguan Pass

In elegant simplicity –

Lass, after we made love, I cherish’d thee!

Night comes again,

The drift of day deserts us,

The dusk is all that matters now, my love,

The light is dimming, but thine eyes are bright,

As cradl’d in these arms

You smile to me once more,

Love, let us talk again.

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