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THE ANCIENTS My career began with an entrechat huit. Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet, Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim Who was once a neuro-physicist Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist Who can do a U-turn through a … Continue reading
Click on image for my poem. More readings and performances here But scroll down to foot of the linked page to pause audio tracks before choosing what to play.
Hardly one open shop remains Inside this draughty vending hall: It never gets to share the circulation Of carrier-bagged pedestrians with cash to spare. Business is so bad that the discount clothing store Closes for lunch from eleven till quarter … Continue reading