the black and the grey

and sometimes monochrome memories

blurry offbeat melodies of colour

circling the page like homing bombers

bellies full of hot perspiration

ready to drop

drip by searing drip

pages ripped and loose

plastic frayed and opaque

cataract visage

that face was mine a time ago

and then there

that picture not even mine

shes smiling out from all those

years    and even though

i know its not me

i swear ive been in her arms

once before

my black shortbox ford

my daughter

my women mates in order

my male companions

a mountian river

beaneath overcast sky

page after worn page

time for some music

bartender

and a fine glass of ale

put this red cloth book away

ill visit my sins another day

to all those

and they

here! here!

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