He walked with a line of fire
from sternum downwards
red hot barbed wire
He didn't expect to be torn open
twisted into reflection

but he got ripped
by flashbacks of utter insularity
No liberation. No one.
The one guarantee.



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Mid Park

In the middle of the park
free            from car fumes
on a bench
near a flower bed
I saw you
from the train
Outer London
alone with pushchair and baby
you            centre
in green            no sky

Yes, the train goes backwards
not through time            not strictly
but more related to liberty
physical
– an excursion

but now it's late
& I'm not sure what to do
I don't know what is real
& when it might have been

The driver says
let it work through
don't be so hard on yourself


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