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The Pig
Painted and cornered
The fallen prat was
Trussed and stuffed
With an apple in the mouth
Get on with it
But it can’t be done
The hands are all
Fingers and thumbsHalt
You cannot proceed
Your papers are not in orderFollow me please
Wait here
And you wait
Until when or for what
For anything or something
For the sake of waiting
Until you hear through the wall
Announced from the tannoy in the hall
This is a barren land
Full of opportunitiesYou cannot progress
Expect nothing less
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Topolino Topolino poet
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the North Sea
You had become a source of light
A place where the light gathered
For a moment
As on saints and martyrs
In old oils of tempera
The bar was heaving
Then it ebbed and slowed
Dulled in shadow
The light drained from those around
To be absorbed by you
The spears of your eyes
As clear as
The unpolluted sea
Drifting in time
You held all the colour
Floating
And made it levitate
Held it steady
The centre of focus glowing
Where everything would stop
You became the light
All the gravity gone
I tried to remember the movement
Of my hand and the camera
Over my shoulder
A slow reflex
But I knew it had ended
At the moment of seeing
Later after an indeterminate time
It had become known
That you were one of the drowned
In our own heavy sea
Off this Northern coast
Bodies recovered
Lives lost
π°~
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Topolino -
Earth Analogue
There is a condition
Applied
Where a decision evolves
And is unavoidable
If the stress of this
Is too much
The decision mutates
Into choices
Becoming
To decide or not decide
To choose or not to choose
Maybe the choice was always there
And the decision
Never needed to be made
The choice appeared
The decision
Became unnecessary
The intellect had been
On another level
How to make a quick decision
How to make a considered choice
Options
Who wants options
Maybe options are better
Better than choices
Better than decisions
Think
If you are able
If not
Then decide
Choose an option
Make a choiceOptions
What about waiting
Or
Control…
Can I take control
Is this a demand I see before me
A question for the soul
Let’s return to dust
We must
There is the decision
A voice from above
The leader and protector
Who inspires love
All is your duty
And service to be given
Fighting and begging
To choose or decide
Within this gaseous sphereAnd here
On the surface of HD 189733 b
I could kill you
And you could kill me
Both of us left for dead
With nowhere else to live
Topolino
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Abdicant
He was unable to save himself
It had become impossible
In his mind
He looked at the world
The objects and things nearby
The inhabitants (his fellow citizens)
The impossibility became more certain
It had formed a ridge beyond which
He could neither advance nor retreat
No alternative only destruction
If he had been composed of marble
He should not have been more tense
But his flesh was like soup
The nerves and muscle seized
The eyes no longer his eyes
Began prosecuting absorbing
Sucking any coherent thought
Straight from the brain choking life
Maybe another time would be… workable
He strained forward
Away from the waking dream
This nightmare of being in the moment
Surely it must end
And disappear again
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~”~
Topolino Topolinopoet
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The Sound of Light
The sound of light
Was everywhere
Unheard
Until ignored
Discreet formulas X and Y applied
By scientists who focused
To concentrate the mind
On listening to the Sun
Seekers of order amongst the turmoil
For something audible
To demonstrate
The sound of light
The boy you once were
Needed to lie down
To be alone away from people
And the outside that held it all
A kind of peace or madness
Away from the Sun
Away from people
And gradually inevitably
It was there
Hearing without listening
The sound of light
Don’t talk to me
About the dead
Of all the things they did or said
Or how it was that they were killed
By hand or God their marrow chilled
And served beneath the olive tree
One scrap of dirt
Warmed terracotta dust picked up
By Zephyr past
Cicadas called a song of heat
And from their throats
The sound of light
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~”~
Topolino 
Cicada -
Land of the winter son
Scratched in a bus shelter
Way up north
From the mouth of the river
The word came forthEat Shewans bread
Shit like lead
Fart like thunder
No bloody wonder
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~”~
Topolino Topolinopoet
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Cinema Verite
Strobe flashes of horses legs
Then Bang…..
The damned kids stampede
Through the aisles
Head for the stalls!
It takes both hands
And all your weight
To get the seat down
The spring heavy as lead
Fights back
Before you get your
Seat in the saddle
Empty cartons
Crunch underfoot
Chewed arrow mint
Grips your trouser leg
And tugs at your skin
Mom’‘ll get out the six iron
The vee-eye-eneegaar and brown paper
To sort that mess out
Then we’ll stick you
In the pokey
It’s the chokey
The jailhouse you dum ass
Yellow bile and white rice
Pools at your feet
Dunlop greenflash spread
Hands pressed
Against the cool tile wall
Sweat beads and pops
On your forehead
A force five quake
Is working its way
Through your body
Daytime film time
A simulated abortion
Somewhere pooled
The memory of
The sirens call
Carresses of velvet
Pressed and sunken
Ready for take off
As the smoke drifts
Lazily
Through projector beams
You lean back
To the blast of Pearl and Dean
And light up
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~”~
Topolino -
St Francis
Each of these
Bring disaster
The lamp
In the left corner
The painting
An open drawer
The book of addresses
This television
That radiator
The danger is advancing
Each time
Nearer
Toward your own
Event horizon
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~”~
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II -
The Other Sea
This is not the place
You think you know
That place is real
This one is not
This is not the place
You have heard about
That place is there
This one is here
This is the place
You think you’ve seen
Or heard in song
The sea of green
It might be frozen
In ice and snow
It can’t be found
You’ll never know¶°¬
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~"~Topolinopoet
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The flat life
Living in their clothes
Visitors keep their coats on
And their shoes and hats
All seated waiting
As if the weather might change
A rainstorm perhaps
Ready to clear out
Like overnight passengers
Living in the dark
Heavy set curtains
Drawn against the outside world
Ragged and dirty
Ceilings high enough
To keep the cigarette fog
Floating overhead
A desultory life
Of overflowing ashtrays
Plates and playing cards
Stale air sits stagnant
Subsonic vibrations drone
Behind eye and bone
The emptiness is
A poor substitute for thought
Or meditation
Unhealthy pallor
Is the order of the day
Peeled potato gray
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~”~
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