Margaret Alice Second Poems

Feeling impressed with myself I went to take
the pill keeping my psyche from over-secretion
of adrenaline; moving in a rose-coloured dream
I took my sleeping pill instead intended for the
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It is a tragedy, this burlesque of good intent -
a morbid quest to wear deathly black & grey,
off-set by an apron with white polka-dots on
red - while I prefer my colours surely sweet
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I can choose to remain outside the story in my own time
or give up the sharp corners and strong lines of iron-clad
reality, jump into the candy-floss of soft fantasy and soar
with characters in illusions they dream of escaping their
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Like watching a continuing series I can’t stop and
take stock or try to watch earlier episodes - what
is lost is lost, no time to back-track, must move on
to the next episode broadcast; even in reruns of
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I’m searching for something - an
event that feels so good I’ll recall
it long after it’s past - something I
can savour and delight in long
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Remember Balito – of course I do, when we returned
from holiday, hair sun-bleached, colleagues enquired
whether I had dyed my hair, ran out of the flat straight
onto the beach and then into the sea, and in between
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Ugly red, green and cream - table-cloth and cushions
you bought for our new wooden table and chairs, not
blue, not purple, but black place mats - now we have
really unsightly red, green and black; you wanted to
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All night running from bad thoughts, watching TV programmes
for relief from inner storms, frustrated by things I can’t control
my sis The Duchess simply jumps in, does things without any
seriously involved planning evident
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You had no interest in what I did and treated me like
an invading pest - but mad activity changed the event
into adventure, a challenge to load a million packets,
bags, a radio, fridge, TV and its stand plus chair into
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She doesn’t love him, she can’t - frankly
he’s unlovable; only a mother might love
such a brute - or a daughter, but his own
mother did not love him. I am a daughter
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