Jack Sedman

I see myself kneeling
face down through slats
of well-rubbed wooden
bars. your painful face
...

your ebony smooth
lustrous limbs ruffled
bronze tips fluttering
soothe the skies my
...

running on
rubber pounding grit
past groups of chevaux, so
hot in the late heat. Our bikes
...

children scatter from the step
let loose to fill the day
with colour, laughter; each tap
on the shoulder leads this
...

We are the ones
caught in product placement.
Locked up, dead
on what we bought
...

We get told
We sit here and get old
As the headlines press and pant,
Force you to react – stick you
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Time drags and drips
And we stay day-to
Day
...

this strange state of
walled memories and walks
turning tunnels of thought.
Grey and bright, one day
...

love
such a dead-end
first-stop street
of impressions
...

Tuck me in, fold me up
Like a paper napkin
Lie down and watch the
Sky swirl and spark
...

In those days
when I had forgotten how
to smile
each movement exact
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will we ever feel again
the expanse of time open
and still as touch or smell
the rose, pink blossom and
...

I thought it was yes
but then time took a turn
untoward and confessed: it
was no, was lost in those
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I sit here cloaked in soft grey light
and think of you / of time now out
of sight and ageing. Life so bright
now faded / brief moments flicker
...