Jumped up to a label.......

Exquisitely miniature..................

I upturned my cherubic face...

You beat me with your crop...

On jovial coercion...

The imposition of undeserved shame...

As timid and furtive...

Her sweetness and sensitivity...

If choices were open...

With twigs cracking...

One to one, when...

A gushing salubrious...

Holding your body close...

While suffering the bumps...

"Affection is a lily-livered...

book 3

We surge from our classy..

As a blinkered robot...

As spikey brittle...

Impaled...

The magic...

Shiftily glancing...

Inflating our chests...

I stand bemused...

My nerves a'jitter...

My window on...

Those first attentions...

Rooted in...

I sit without the...

With tedious obedience...

Sagging her...

Turning an eye...

Shedding our ...

My straining fingers..

Inured to the...

My hands caress...

Rapiers...

I'm tethered in a....

Waste no..

I scorn the woffling burble...

book 5

Untrodden whiteness ...

My new beauty, social elegance, fantastic.....

There's oddity in discovering..... 

Above my head is a dead grey sky.....

With a dreamer's eyes.....

With my thinking mind.....

A few quiet words.....

It's none of my business..... 

The one and only actor.....

Almost like an actor.....

I whisper you hushed secrets.....

Eyeball to eyeball..... 

I wince to see my proffered treasure spurned.....

From a throne of medical status.....

Mine were the duties.....

book 6

Gummed up..... 

The futile proffering of lush ladies .....

Flirtatiously radiant .....

There's folly in my stubbornness.....

I nervously conversed, uncertain of the psychic buttons

A room free from the scrutinizing eyes

Sensitive, intelligent and fun.....

Your parental advice.....

You are bundles of cuddlesome fun....

My obsession with thinking.....

I cannot feel that they're kindred souls.....

I gaze back.....

You've wobbled.....

For years I studied the bit of you in me.....

Like the brimming of high tide.....

With internal warmth, I sink.....

With instant recognition.....

You spit your verbal abuse......

The profession I adopt.....

They derided with open insolence.....

In your book the likes of you and I.....

My open-eyed naivety..... 

I know how once I trailed attractive dolls....

My endeavour to be frank.....

We've seen too many films.....

The fumbling finger-biting hours of stress...

My sex appeal.....

Now.....

I promenade my new girlfriend.....

Endeavouring to assess...

I'm wrong-footed.....

We snuggled.....

I rejoice in the quick fire exchanges.....

We came to Paris.....

Snarling like the dominant do.....

Too long.....

I've watched you.....

I watched them touch.....

I spilled over..... 

You alight.....

So little.....

I sit in the chair of terror.......

I was snatching glimmerings..... 

I sit on a wall dipping my toes.....

It sickens me.....

It's sadly I look back.....

Despite.....

In the culture.....

No longer do I understand.....

With the possibility of knowing .....

My life is locked .....

We built the bridge.......

The toys I played with.....

Decisions are all taken.....

I sit staring.....

We assemble.....

They sit there comfortably reaffirming.....

A screwed up desperation.....

I'm in two minds ..... 

My will to try.....

Like a drowning swimmer.....

I'd hate you to flatter me.....

I harboured an ambition.....

The cosily twee world of sugary sweet.....

We're here.....

I'm terrorized within.....

I'm not to know the rules.....

You preach that .....

I missed out .....

I shall not .....

So gentlemanly.....

We didn't choose.....

It's odd.....

I'd enjoy nothing better..... 

I'm deficient.....

Setting my sights.....

It's been three years.....

Vanish the will.....

At a point when.....

I flounder in my inability to determine.....

book 7

Strung out

The snatched inspection

As I walk the tightrope

I relish a fantasy video

As sure as

Scales which have fluctuated

Like a beggar

Deposited with care

Obcenely antagonistic

Steeped in traditions

When viewed from another planet

Housed within

My vision zooms

Wearing the same face

My hesitant fingers flinch

While dragging

There's a momentum

We furnished one to the other

A proverbial bargepole prods me

The man with the wizzard's hat

I was floundering

In rejecting the bulk of the values

You make me feel like a

I seek to create a bonding

Far too often

Ill-at-ease in my own thin skin,

I expect a certain decorum

Circles exist,

I was picking fresh footholds

They stand

Bemoaning

Shackled in the chains

A shocking cacophony

What I fear happening

You act on a whim

I scald inside

So now at last I've come to understand

Appearing as the owner

My chastity

Like a shattered pitcher,

We communicate

The maintenance of a brave face

I watch your expression,

Erratic as ever

I'd grown accustomed to

A slithering ski slope cheats

I'm not the type who might

I was there in public when

A dusty box for toys in the attic suddenly

Far too readily have I basked

Each in his own language may

I float in the ether's void,

My hands are encumbered with

An easy tranquillity

Within the silent profundity

Like a beast of the sea

My reluctance to sell a painting

With such a delectable example

It boosts my ego to suppose

An aching despair

My arms were laden with gifts

They see it as part of the silver spoon syndrome

The treacle of his vile treachery

She pirouettes

I'm flattered to detect

So much of life is a question

It works to my advantage

How should I seek to comprehend

Peeling veils from miasmic memory

Too many times

We share this flush of instant awareness

Fixed as we are

Like a sluice of iced water

We jostle for our justification

The family forum

You shouldn't conceive me as the son

We traverse surreal terrain

I detest

A peel of celebrative bells  fills the abbey

We share a delightful quasi-secret

The confession crept over me

I'm greeted with a great display

At the pulpit rail with crown on head

With the chauvinistic twinkle

So what's the dream?

With the elder relatives vying

I performed all they could possibly expect

With a nonchalantly insolent eye,

I bleed somewhere inside

There isn't a sacrifice I'd regard too great

n a society where such a vicious mixture

It's silly the way I exhibit a perpetual obsession

Now that the family form is showing wear

I must construct a boat

I hardly dare

book 8

Not just a foreigner, but an oddball too

With our lips lushly locked in loving embrace,

Wild, erratic gesticulations have always

I sleep with a fretful dreamer, often beaming

The opportunities for reparation slid

A few confusions unsettle the complex perception

We each perform our own extravagant dance,

Squirming in the squelching mire  

Muffled in the silent mist of ill-discernment

So what manner of monster have I come to invite

Am I really expected to keep my cool,

Looking to contrive a pure unblemished tract

It hurts to be made aware that another man

I've done my stormy stint, stifling mental

Ducking the ponderous responsibilities of an office

I'm thrown in a state of perturbation, and hindered

My chance Parisian encounters are sadly apt

My shoulders are stretched broad like a rocky span

 My nostrils are infested with a filthy obscene stench

 With emotions pent up and screaming on release,

You see her as the monstrous destructor of a dear brother's

A bunch of self-opinionated pedants

 His notion of home was a club for the father's comforts,

Baying at the family table like a pack of hounds

There's a hollow void lurking unexplored

Writhing in orgiastic exhibition

We find ourselves indecently protesting that their jelly

It almost offends me that I who banged the dominant

As if somewhere inside me a tangle of squirming

Could it be I've such a nutter in my bed,

Much as I always esteem her vibrant company,

With auto-suggested psychosomatic symptoms

A knight from his castle turret inspects the horrid

The thought attracts me of taking in love's embrace

Any sense of my family's supportive ethos,

I treasure the availability of intimate discussion

You offer me endless gratitude I don't deserve

It's a grave misfortune to have a family whose concept

You say it's a quality I still need to develop,

Her newly outrageous suggestion of refurbished identity

It galls me to think she could entertain the malevolence

A natural chameleon, you pick the appropriate shade

I'm lost to know where I stand, for I cannot ignore

The misery of moping for an unfulfilled requital

Determined as ever to thrust your poisoned stiletto

A past master of preposterous verbal shenanigans

You seldom seek to set me on view to others

She can only sustain her feeling of inner security

It offends you conceived us so deeply steeped in snobbery

Why, I ask, was it too much to expect

It's sad that you don't accept a reciprocal standard

Suspicions of murderous intent gripe my gut

You flood the grounds with a sea of gawping faces

As a monstrous master of mechanical ineptitude,

The boy who found his life's material treasures

Intrepid in adventure I take the headlong plunge

A rumbling tumble of clouds carpets the sky

Raring to go, but imprisoned in the man's hands

The accustomed means of transport suddenly destroyed

Their ruthless imposition of dictated values,

Two motley gatherings of human kind

The glow of natural leadership shines in our eyes

With drums swinging as heavy as laden testicles

Now the pretences have gone, like bubbles burst,

The vile deliberation in which you strike

The kind of woman who'd like to take me in hand

If the girl I first encountered in a cinema seat

Two freak identities, whirling in space,

Standing in the ship's tender, a sadly solitary

Revelling in the calculated insolence of people

A warm glow known in my inner gut,

I wanted to play in the homes of other children,

We crossed the ocean in the hopes to bear witness

Interval breaks for wine women and song

I wince at the callous infliction of pain, indignity

Emerging from a self-inflicted schooling in tenacity,

Each to his own in pioneering endeavour!

Your metal hulk is pitifully pitted and bruised

I’m filled with filial admiration at the way

I’ve twisted a gut in former years, striving

The bleak accumulation of clouds in a blackened

Your mean dispiriting abuse rasps like a grated

Inordinate sensitivity to questions of class

Twirling on a dial where electric colours swirl,

I choose myself as the field for my specialist study,

Like a man escaping from a deep sunk boat

I once exulted in the fine physical perfection

Emerging from the same elite nursery schooling

I note with total rectitude the straight

Your fiercest weapon is potential conciliatory embrace

I’ve long learnt to anticipate these grievously

Lost, fretful and abandoned in the grim abyss,

On turning a stone, I watch the creepy-crawlies

I find it demeaning to my prickly macho pride,

Memory of the murky, rushed ejaculations

A midnight coven cavorting naked in a ring,

The knowledge that nearly all who’ve known me well

Observing a meteor on collision course with Earth

Sinking slowly through the soft embrace of a chair,

Aware of a mounting disgust for obese flab,

There must have been, at a distant point in time,

With best intentions to furnish domestic bliss,

Your friendly overtures have to be seen as suspect,

It’s hard, when redefining my set of values,

The choice is fully made, and now it seems

I fear that the psychological core of you

The sheer absurdity in starting to act out

Majestic in my wizard’s cloak and tall hat,

Locked in a crippling grapple of relationship

The little liberated lady may fuck galore -

I stand at the centre of the universal Totality -

I ride an uneasy conscience, selling enough

As the mighty bull in his own home field,

Require me not to wait the postman's knock

A juggler slowly accumulates his stylish

And how shall I interpret your neglect

I wonder if you wake up in the night

So long have you been absent from my bed

The reason for your stubborn loftiness

The golden hues of autumn slowly tinge

I see you on my couch, with legs apart,

It is the rutting season of the year.

Do not the stabbing pains which twist your gut

When I posses you, Jane, I'll have you feel

Torment me not with names of other men,

Where do you amble in your leisure hours,

His pretty pirouetting in romantic dance

The number of years I’ve spent with head locked

You stood as the role model in my earliest years,

Locked in this feudal relationship, I’m cast

I stand in awe as the temple acolyte,

At last I’m given to know that I stand in receipt

The bowing, and the deferential stance they’re taught

Were all the hopes and aspirations attendant

The functionally fit male casts his seed

Ever investigating by eternal analysis

How impotent and grey this London sky

If morning dawns again with dismal hue,

How best can I engage your tender thoughts,

I ventured back to Longleat, Saturday,

How long am I to sit with patient pride,

No longer can it be an oversight

You are more cruel than a frigid breeze

Migrated from her Danish harbour-wall,

Queen of the acid deflationary comment, you risk

Asleep within a rosy memory

Casting our web of fantasy over many eras,

With prickling heat I draw myself up straight

I'm out-manoeuvred: that I must confess.

The days of yearning for your company

Practitioners of culinary art

Without the weapons at his disposition staunchly

No longer I stand as the one to whom she turns

Nobbled by a native naiveté, you sweetly smile

'Tis not for us to see the valued stream

The feel of you entwined around my form

So distant do a hundred miles seem

The nub of true togetherness ditched in a flash,

How isolated can two beings be,

Astride my melancholy shall I go

As if in the morning after a gale was howling,

I did my utmost, leaning over backwards

So finally the distaste that British society feels

You’ve found your corner on the British literary scene,

Your new apparent acceptance that a father’s role

With each of us travelling at his own political pace,

It’s so damn difficult to say I was wrong,

A fanfare from angelic trumpets to the rapid firing

Different avenues are needed for projection of identity:

The trappings of privilege and power are part of the scene

The lack of coming together as a human being

With Britain pondering its future in nationhood crisis,

Making my own mark on the way a room

The prospect of a life-long wrangle rumbling

Adrenaline pumps at the sight of a bold gambler

He wants me to dance, obedient to the tug from a puppet’s

The slanderous defamation and abusive shit

My dear Miss Johns, the other day I took

Nothing should ever destroy the vivid impact

The bad breath from a situation past

How to communicate in a world stifled

I was sitting on the harbour-wall, dejected

I was toiling on a coral island in the vast

Little Lord Fauntleroy mounted the spiral

I was dead and about to be mummified,

A rabbit, pursued by a pride of lions,

A cockerel sat on the barn roof

I came upon a forest clearing where the gypsies

A tortoiseshell kitten, almost a cat,

I blunder night time in the darkest thicket of a wood,

So am I becoming the kind of lover a girl

I can’t feel that your tender solicitous attention

He flaunts the view that no one in the world is quite

Brimming with an anger you almost intentionally stirred,

Locked in a pattern of pre-ordained behaviour,

Doctor C

I’m out on a limb where many a secret word

A triptych of insane dispositions

With an instant recognition of lustful intent,

Fearful in my hesitant judgement on precisely what

My new venture as a troubadour of song

If moderation disappears in bitter

We all project in the way we look something

Out of depth and half a mile from shore,

Each on his own idiosyncratic quest

A whole vista of juvenile sexual delights,

Displaying to the first glance an instant image

Within your company there emerges a constant battle

Her eyes brimming with smiling treacherous cunning,

My body is yours to taste and devour at will,

The sexy frolics I never really knew,

The wretched inconvenience in dodging the press

The cutie-pie expression on your face disguises

You wear your sex appeal in overt display,

It comes as a shock to find that I now encounter

Flabbergasted at the sight of her instant presence,

I know that the whole charade is just a sham,

While each of us plan this game from different ends,

I deplore the anger that surges within me as soon

So the words are now written where she states her abrasive

Back to the old tricks you go - the hidden

All that I once perceived is still apparent,

How difficult it is to remain on an even keel,

The very idea of finding myself abused –

There’s ever the danger of explosive reaction, while aware

It’s true that I’ve done my best to earn their trust,

Treasuring suspense in sizzling spectator excitement,

A lingering doubt that no one ever might want

With flawless aplomb, decisions I’m now taking

I purr as loudly as the cat that’s given cream

An internal dynamo, charging itself anew

The opportunity for sexual orgy as the height

In devious style she works for other ends,

Her gestures appear in caricature of ungovernable

If life is going to become a perpetual sequence

Like a product stored, and yet shoved to the back of the shelf,

The fighting flared fiercely by deliberate intent:

I’m spread like a banquet, richly garnished with traditional

In blubbering spasms the tale gets divulged –

The tedium in analyzing continual rifts

She dangles erotic suggestions like the juicy bait

An attrocious impracticality in how you handle

The glimpse of what you sometimes are, or can be,

I’m sorely tried at the way you judge me badly,

I seek a shared zest in the physical fulfilment

Throughout my adult life I’ve seen the way

I know that I’m part of a long dynastic tradition

We must withdraw from the confrontational stance:

I stood for a spell on the brink of trading blows,

I receive with open arms a large variety

Suddenly a new vista for opportunity

From a drab uniformity in masculine garb

Surveying the wide spread of public concerns

Resisting all fundamental change,

The vision of family life is a non-starter

You exercise an astute perception of how

At the height of its season a flower emerges in bloom.

They come bible in hand, with the beady eye

The rules are what I decreed from the very start

I cannot be sure of the game she’s choosing to play,

Never to be completely forgotten, we treasure

I perceive now how the Anglo-Saxon ideal

Adding together the good, the bad and indifferent,

I’m hoping that soon we’ll rediscover a way

Withdrawing to a private world (inside/aside),

The very idea of building up a team

A crippling uncertainty hampers my feet when I’ve tried

In the past the concept of the English gentleman

My mind on a blank screen, with all bias

It’s a situation that’s never occurred before,

I now encounter smiling faces who are pleased

I’m rumbling into middle age without a wife,

A whole peepshow of flagrantly libertine practices,

Averse to the whole concept of clipped wings,

In all the shifting codes of marital intent,

From a freshly opened vent I savour the momentary

As a man who walks sandwiched between two

Whilst liking to throw the cat amongst the pigeons,

Of course I’m hoping that the next in line to succeed

Far more than the possibility she was led

Face to face with an old flame, an assortment

How glorious that she lies in bed between the two of us:

I’m doing my utmost to acquire the spirit of tolerance

Why should it stick in my gullet to lavish gifts?

I feel concerned for her welfare, knowing that my role

Talk of the big jump had long prevailed,

The deed is done, and my bachelor days are ended!

When formerly the desire came to invite a girl

On a regular basis, and under the pretext of daring

Too readily slipping behind a mask

I don’t enjoy the sight of a kindly brother

Is the world emerging as too deep a quagmire

I’m none too happy with the glimpses I’ve noted of a girl

It wasn’t apparent at the start, but the time has come

It pisses me off the way he postures on a point

The drift is clear. You want to clip my wings

I cannot begin to disrupt the continued creation

There’s a visceral squirm of horror and a shiver of disgust,

What got omitted from my carnal education?

His appalling insensitivity to a son’s potential

Having floundered in anger to find my fumbling feet,

At a time when our hearts are still in the process of grappling

I’m irked by the lack of empathy you always display,

While thinking of all that you choose to say or do,

On an insubstantial podium of pink floss,

I look with open eyes and a wide smile,

The cute little girl who fluttered her eyes

The very idea of turning down the proffered

Where once I heavily depended on a permanent aura

Reluctant to think the unthinkable, I seek an easier

It seemed like a one off chance to fit together

The slick and slyly flattering art historian

Being the one whose pockets are lined with gold,

There are some whose standing in other people’s eyes

I’d told the whole story with meticulous care,

Knowing how terrible events have actually occurred,

It would seem our lives are emerging as a constant game

The quick glance from your eye to the empty chair

Shoving your way like a blundering bulldozer,

You gripped the public attention while your story was told,

The wild abandon she always threatened to unleash

With each communication there comes this rush

The surly response or the disrespectful quip

Her evident guilt was not perceived by all,

I felt it like a rap on the knuckles when an application

When a fierce conjecture lurks uncaged in the mind

On the matter of self-interest, a Tory victory

Too many times on former occasions I’ve shot

A terrible uncertainty in the bowels of a wavering heart

The emotional gravity of what we chose to request

Never demanding what were her just desserts,

It’s only possible to view him with a kindly eye

I wouldn’t expect it of an ancient friend to stick

On picking up the phone there’s nothing there

The teeny-weenie aspirant trollop still

On the brink of doors opening and life blossoming,

The world of the diplomat may once have been

As if I’ve not enough problems on my plate,

Waiting uncertain in the wings off stage,

This suddenly negative assessment of what to expect

Dare I for a moment think that I’ve finally got there?

The visual trappings of my close environment

I thought it the time to make a statement to invest

It takes a near miss from sudden death

I think I’m beginning to know: content in belief

With two fatal accidents narrowly avoided

The spurious image of a bold macho queen

Was it important for your own infernal pride

I cannot cope with shilly-shally delays

Ever the actress, it’s hard to ascertain

It’s no longer the song that he used to sing,

The snide comment (never explained) sticks

An obscure message of romantic intent, with a coded

It’s all so difficult to tell the girl that I’m fucking

Whipping the carpet from beneath her feet, you watch her

To find myself the perpetual bogey in her dreams

With all the foul suspicion she heaped on my head,

Despite the continuous thread of prolonged friendship,

My fear is to find myself on my own,

After such a long wait in the wings off stage

The nibble of a shadow on the moon’s outer rim

More than I should regard as being compatible

I’ve caution in the thought of putting forward some clever

A screw loose in the psychic fabric somewhere

I sadly lack the cheer and assistant pull

Despite the guileless charm of his disposition,

Dare we really hope that at long last,

We meet and flirt with a big doubt blighting

Many of our sexual fantasies have similar roots,

It shocks me to hear you juggle with the truth, until

Delighted though I find her fucks to be,

The dreams reveal something of a hypochondriac

She offers the exciting prospect of imminent seduction,

She seeks to create evenings where the expected

I would like my life to read as an open book

The presence of a powerful male and tense

The plaudits at long last are coming in

I’m now perceiving the crucial pressure points,

This terrible potential animosity lurks

The bead-eyed creatures of the blackest masking night

Cherubic in affectionate regard, inflating my ego

Spookily reminiscent of nursery lore

You longed to be seen as the man whose lightest word

Can it never be that we take to bed

A situation arises where the unspent

The twisted assertion when coupled with extended fact

Nothing is known, and all extravagances

The aspirant hope for something that once was there –

You pose me the questions inviting crass retort,

I’m far from happy with the disrespectful blatantly

His loutish intolerance of our lively tipsy discourse,

Doubting the justification of hereditary rights

An aspired stance might gradually take its root

However straight the comments I might make

I find myself amazed at the new sweetness

Easy it is, and yet so very cruel

The aches are deep beneath the scarred flesh

Her goading taunts, displaying this image of herself

Her large eyes startling into fearful attention

On top of the highest mountain I beat my breast

The phone rings in the late stillness of the night

The natural responses that my own children display

The lovely idea of charging over waves

While seeking to unlock our prolonged sexual attention

They chose to rob the central plot of its striking

I’m loathful to tell myself at long last

Carrying the load of obligations relating

Finding my path in this ultra-serious world

Contending with the one (when on her own) is a problem

My whole heart is wanting for the son that’s born

Dictating rebukes through a secretarial pen

His crowing delight in physical prowess invites

A slender stem and fine delicate petals

On finding that a lively carnal interest prevails

The conviction rankles that he hasn’t played straight

The sweat, and my constant concern to get this story

In stark fear of the autocratic ogres

A distasteful image of them sticking out their tongues

While looking out from the same window, we each

It hurt inside like a lingering tender sore

I worry to discern the next crucial issue

Belief that creates for me an understanding

The cool revelation that he’s set his sights

With each of us lacking the prized high esteem

It pains me that you never managed to appreciate my work

Their present persuasion is to keep me firmly on the fringe

The notion of a virile male fairly frequently

You play this game for personal ego-inflation

My mother could never furnish the caring concern

You never sought to indulge with me in any

He phones me to say that he has on his hands two

An alcoholic mask is constantly lifted

She seeks to impose her own secret shroud

It’s quite tragically dispiriting to find riding

It isn’t pleasant to know that there are thieves

Eager as I am to spread the gospel of enlightened

Moving our political faces close to each other

On viewing the deceptions that any conjuror performs

How good it is to know that with positive steps

I know the problem in responding openly to testing

Deceit in moving her pieces to other squares

In all the complexity of life, as we find it waiting

With each convinced of the other playing games

The deceit you employ to inveigle others to think

Superstitious cultures from much of the globe

I don’t appreciate the way she blows

In the quest for enrichment of my own sexual scene

I’m learning that in the circles that I frequent

The tales of Casanova and of Don Juan

Something’s amiss when I take you back to bed

I was much looking forward to the taste of fun

Sighted no doubt on the next batch of affairs

Getting together almost as an act of flirting

She talks to Daddy with an open heart and mind

It’s a nasty business, knowing how they only perceive

By what enormity in self-assessment does she manage

I still dwell with nostalgic gratitude

I stand uneasy at the signs he might be trying

He stands in huntsman’s attire, with his hounds plainly

I hate the way she’s taking over the trainer’s

With bossy command, she gushes firm friendship

I’m beginning to see that I’m treading a dangerous path

I’ll fly to the moon, exploding fresh rockets

When someone from my closest circle returns home

I enjoy the induced vivacity on an evening out

I smell the stench of vile family intrigue

Her snug invitation to smooch and snog

Priorities long dumped may yet return

They brighten my day with constant paroxysms

The problem of acting judiciously as an eldest sibling

The wear of time is starting the regrettable display

Supposing the man to be some petty thief

There are always the means to convey my own opinion

The full extent of my disbelief is proven

Peremptory comment that he’ll not permit my car

His sly charm in confiding bedroom secrets

I’m growing quite weary of your constant reproach

Her gross insensitivity to the way others

My sexual prowess over past decades is a mark

Geared to excitement, on the ticket that ‘Beautiful People’

The notion of indulging myself in orgiastic

When lying in my solitary bed, deprived of caresses

Our cultural heritage Phoenix-fashion rises

It’s good to know where the natural enemies stand

It isn’t as if the life I offer, or the solid

My hackles rise when you seek to make me feel

The delicate issue of parading two wives

I know how her tone alters when she’s playing an artful

Peaking at the same time in sexual delight

His image of being whiter than white sticks

Just when supposing that I’d attained my goal

As ever she chooses to conduct her life from behind

Regardless of truth and what she really knows

Almost in a spirit of fun, she taunts me with crafty

The notion of letting me down has to be judged

Fluttering fearless with an ever absorbent tongue

Their constant efforts to depict my natural poise

The turgid store of guilt cluttering her mind

I furnished the monetary support at a time when you’d

Proud of her proven prowess in athletic performance

Campaigning thus on my own is a solitary task

So what is the nature of this kind of world we live in?

Perkily preening his postures to impress the gullible

His exhortation to others to throw me in the pond

As someone whose whole attitude to life

Her letter offering sex (and babies too)

Her malicious delight in absurd discomfort to others

Never a straight-talking response to reveal

I find it unnerving that she goes behind my back

Never a man to hold in high regard

I can’t accept that my own lawyer should think

Her letter offering sex (and babies too)

A delectable situation in bed with two

Her fervid praise creates some insecurity

The mixture in motivation was apparent from the first

The Lady Chatterley syndrome might well emerge

The satisfaction in fucking a sensual woman

She has this notion that a man (in making love,)

His quasi-sacerdotal urge to appear

Her apparent amnesia in a lack of recollection

From a car where a couple of faceless men sit staring

The beautiful track meandering through flowered fields

It’s too damn easy to sneer and scoff

She steals the Lady Bountiful laurels from my wife’s

It isn’t for me to protest that his party act

It’s not to me that he now looks to borrow

The attitude he’s now acquiring displays

The degree of public antipathy I sometimes encounter

I’d always viewed her as my earliest moral support

I have to ask myself just what it is

It’s good to have this weapon up my sleeve

I’d always been hoping to find myself one day

Never precisely with his path established for attainment

A feeling that no longer you wanted to cope

They lack spontaneous expression of delight when I

She wants me to accept the ideal of secretiveness

An enforced intimacy can be a problem to handle

Extreme positions, whether to left or the right

Their general discontent with the dealt cards

The dangers abound that he’ll try to put in place

It’s dastardly that anyone conspire

Bonded by family ties I cannot break

Shutting her mind to the constant endeavour I made

Waggling vituperative fingers under my nose

The warning is timely that Lady Macbeth prowls

With sexual games no longer an evident thrill

Far too gentle for the rough and tumble of this damned

A thought occurs that I might be a man

Encouraging conspiratorial sensuality

When other people lapse into their thoughts

It might be said I’ve invited such retort

A terrestrial being, without any natural flight

The knowledge that I’m putting my life firmly in my own

Suddenly on my own terrain I find

Cautious as cats stepping on hot bricks

Fruit of the morning dewdrops lightly sprouting

I cannot spare a tear for those whose eye

I’m disconcerted by my failure to prove to the world

Astutely judging the nature of his shifting moods

It’s wicked the way she seeks to control their love

We’ve reached a sorry state of affairs when I

It comes as a vast relief to know how we stand

It comes as a slap in the face to hear them ignore

It’s good that I’ve now got it off my chest

It doesn’t shock her when I express the intention

The joy of sex has suddenly turned to fear

Her inflated ego prompts an impossible stance

With such distrust in firm evidence, I’m left

When analysing all the possible motives

Disparate minds with each on a separate track 

This un-necessary courtship of danger must surely

With a bulldozed abruptness he flexes his muscles

It shames me the way he drops my lordly name

My deep-seated sense of a perpetrated

It’s perfectly clear that she indulges in affairs

Beware the malign instigators of slander

They have it in mind to push me out on a fringe

I’ve shot my share of bolts in sexual ecstasy

The bold suggestion instantly followed up

Whatever occurs she’ll play a devious hand

It’s never comfortable discovering that a cuckold’s horns

Watching them off and on from the moment they first

I note with disfavour the manner she forces my hand

Mysteriously intimate but unexplained gestures

While never certain which was the culprit hand

With a sinister gleam in his perky bantam eyes

Flying on precarious wings, I know too well

There’s disrespect in her supposition that only

Time and again her effervescent optimism

It’s making such a damn fool of me

A creature of beauty slinkily taps my shoulder

With the lights on green I’m rearing to make a start

Her sensitivity to the possibility that I might

A realisation in her freshly friendly face

When sniping things are said to get me riled

She’s probing around to find my feeble spots

With all the household foaming with sentimentality

She stands uncertain whether to play her hand

Forever hearing from his nurse that the big bad

In a world where she believes that secrets of state

There’s something distinctly demeaning in the casual way

There’s something out of touch with my own humour

Guests are always welcome to my holiday villa

My family finds it difficult to judge anything

Never the thought in mind to find a way

By knowing where I am, and whom I’m with

A time there was of course when men controlled

You gripe about my vaunted intent

You take me for walkies with your fist tightly clamped

There’s fury in her mind when things aren’t working out

I’ve tussled with opportunities and gusting hope

I’ve taken my lethal fill of belittling taunts

There lurk within my private gatherings those

It has been too long since I’ve managed to feel at ease

While getting the detail in the situation confused

I do not like it that you choose to use my name

My realisation that I don’t have much of a clue

The great plan was to piss me off, making me

For ever you’re fobbing me off with empty assurance

Far too precious within our shells

It’s not as if my own behaviour warrants

I wonder if a bungled and clumsy murder plot

She treasures the grand tradition and the stately home

Her vicious retorts contain many a dread

The names you mention of lovers in teen-age times

A terrible fear congealed my inner being

We’ve had a year or two in the top flight

Slinky-eyed and seldom proclaiming direct

The time has come for toughening up on stances

The days when I dwelt here largely on my own

Rushing to intercept my car’s track

I learnt from my mother’s teat an image of the man

It startles me to hear him talking thus

It’s sad when I discover that my daughter takes

A trembling lip and a yearning for the comforting arm

Checking the list of all the girls I’ve loved

We’ve wrangled far too long, tossing

Much as I’d like to think that I am there

Timidly intent on developing my own line

His sneaky surreptitious efforts to seduce her

There’s been too many needling sharp quips

She never seems to comprehend that when

There was no comprehension in the past

As Doctor Faustus was given by Mephistopheles

Even as a randy youth, I seldom could

She’s someone whose actual behaviour is broadly known

I’m fantasising how she might create

A terrible snobbery’s involved when certain words

Appointed by the rival clan to uphold

The fact of standing up to battering fists

The low esteem that pervades the very way

The rival empire gathers its threatening strength

It was too prolonged the time she never wept

I served my time at school as a diligent pupil

Time and again she speaks the silken words

Close in spirit a long time ago

The tempo of a busy life admits to occasional

A mischievous twinkle tells of other acts

In all our striving to attain particular ends

They start by creating jokes to amuse their readers

Her restless perceptive eye darts for focus

Working as the right arm of the old man

We’re squaring up to one another, with the ultimate

The time has long passed when I craved the stimulus

He cheats like a sneaky schoolboy with a hand in the till

Can it possibly be they’re beginning to suppose

Secretly seeking accumulation of a store

Not for the first time I find my wifelets

Arising from his effortless identification

Presiding at dinner over a group of friends

An exciting hint of what might be on offer

It was bad enough him sticking his randy prick

Perpetually tilling the ground, I have reached the time

It’s almost treated as a malicious game

When prompted to pry through the personal records I keep

Always avoiding direct clashes of will

The freedom to develop myself, behaving in the manner

Attempting to prove she’s never in the wrong’s

They peer and whisper wherever we choose to go,

With two of my wifelets seeking to play the role

So long has she posed as one about to die

Surrounded as I often manage to be

I find it strange when assumptions are clearly made

Little by little she’s seeking the whip hand

The confrontation which I myself employed

To be raised as happened, in awe of all our genes

The warmth wasn’t notable before, but now

The secret substances lift her to a sparkling peak

Admittedly the wine has flowed on occasions he plied

I left him with precise instructions on all that needed

The suggestion is that I might be willing to compose

All mealy-mouthed at first encounter, he

She finds it sad that the situations dictate

The sly old fox discovered that he couldn’t afford

Without personal acquaintance with any of my work

She vacillates at her very core, seldom

My children’s verdict on whether or not to support

On smashing the car that I provide for her

Becoming the proprietor of a local chemist shop

Conflicting accounts of cathartic events within

Undeserving to be left in charge of treasure

Their dreadful insinuation that I might no longer

It’s too difficult to accept her repeated assertions

I’m glad to count on her fundamental support

It could be we’re each becoming harshly aware

For so many years I’ve felt that I’m unfulfilled

There was a time when you cherished my potential worth

From baskets stuffed full with ripe fruit

Her body is almost promised for another time

She’s someone who likes us all to become aware

After tapping your keyboard till I’m ready to expire

They singled me out to rummage through my car

I’ve swallowed my fill of the bilge she belches extolling

There’s time when anaesthetic calm recurs

The game has now become a matter of belittling

This constant running battle over the years

You’re proud of the image that it’s your hand at the helm

"I’m having it off with others behind your back

Innocent voices, good for a giggle, enticed me

They stickle at the implementation of obvious solutions

The project which I myself so proudly conceived

There’s much I’m thinking could be really bad

Such false dissimulation when anyone seeks

It wasn’t the way they’d planned my final rapport

For all my youth I heard him beating the dr

The warmth came gushing back on what I saw

Seeping from the deepening roots of memorial trees

I lay there on cushions fucking my sexiest wifelet

The talk of money is always intrusively big

A bare minimum of careless talk incurs

Delectable though I see your daughter to be

"You’ve taken my limbs, (the last means of escape,)

Never knowing precisely if enough

So what should I do when a wifelet declines to take

Aspects she didn’t want to note before

Aspects she didn’t want to note before

Frail by intention and design, she talks ar

A confused mish-mash of half developed intentions

The front that she assumes of unfailing competence

As the self-appointed redresser for the welfare

It’s pleasing to envisage the ways and means by which

It wasn’t easy to admit that I exceed

Much as I admire your enthusiasm

As the former battered butt of her nagging thrusts

If something sleazy happens by their own arrangement

Unjustly, she’d like to make me feel I h

Her sense of reality is shaking loose at the ends

After so many taunts over the years

They were goading me to stamp my lapsing authority

Downright malevolent in oblique cunning

A time when the world was split into two camps

Consigned nowadays to the dog-house, I pick

By making it plain to all who come to visit

An admirer of ruthless behaviour his heroes from the past

Your nearness and dearness enables me to feel

We’re both preparing for the day you’ll finally depart

Dismissively they’ll always sneer at our ambitions

Lying beyond her at her mother’s side

The claims of pregnancies are coming in a rush

Tales of her odd behaviour are told by all

Her fingers deftly take their gentle control

If contemplating where I go from here

You tell me your doctors and gurus advise you against

Too many times I’ve gone to ‘Planning’ to clinch

The saga in assuming an essential partial control

There’s no way forward if he’s left seeking his chance

We shudder on the brink of armed intervention