<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807</id><updated>2008-06-24T08:49:02.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean Whitbread: Poetry</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='atom.xml'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-592686110630405424</id><published>2008-06-24T08:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:49:02.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobacco and Shit</title><content type='html'>Her elbows smell of tobacco &lt;br /&gt;and her shit smells of burnt toast&lt;br /&gt;She's dead, but in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;she's warm and real, no ghost&lt;br /&gt;She dresses up for going out, &lt;br /&gt;and down for going in&lt;br /&gt;And spits out all the little words: &lt;br /&gt;"Alright?" "ok?" "how you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits in sunlight shaving off &lt;br /&gt;the hardest parts which grow&lt;br /&gt;Removing and refining, &lt;br /&gt;a buffer for the ego&lt;br /&gt;Every day another &lt;br /&gt;opportunity for sleep&lt;br /&gt;Every night another dream,&lt;br /&gt;Slept calmly, slept deep.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2008/06/tobacco-and-shit.html' title='Tobacco and Shit'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=592686110630405424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/592686110630405424'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/592686110630405424'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109639093709488995</id><published>2004-10-11T10:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:21:24.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Cab Conversation</title><content type='html'>He said&lt;br /&gt;You got that broadband then&lt;br /&gt;What's it like ?&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;It's like the difference between pedals&lt;br /&gt;And a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try it free for sixty days&lt;br /&gt;- NTL cable&lt;br /&gt;But the wife wouldn't let me put no wires&lt;br /&gt;Under the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;You don't need wires these days&lt;br /&gt;You can do it wireless&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;Plug the computer into the radio ?&lt;br /&gt;Blimey, what will they think of next&lt;br /&gt;I laughed&lt;br /&gt;Then spent 15 minutes explaining and extolling&lt;br /&gt;Standards 802.11b &amp; g&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;You know who I had in this cab the other day ?&lt;br /&gt;Tim Berners-Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 28th September 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/cab-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/black-cab-conversation.html' title='Black Cab Conversation'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109639093709488995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109639093709488995'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109639093709488995'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109691886615610004</id><published>2004-10-04T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T08:55:52.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>Removal men, in overalls&lt;br /&gt;Wheeling cupboards, wardrobes,&lt;br /&gt;Crates, boxes, teachests and the like&lt;br /&gt;The green van, it's great white letters&lt;br /&gt;Ten feet high and fifty wide&lt;br /&gt;Standing patient, quiet,&lt;br /&gt;In leafy and autumnal Lilac Drive.&lt;br /&gt;A small bird twitters, darting in and out&lt;br /&gt;The repeated territorial refrain&lt;br /&gt;"Careful of my life" and "Put that there."&lt;br /&gt;A steady plod of booted feet&lt;br /&gt;The slow draining of an old bath&lt;br /&gt;Water slipping through a mess of hair&lt;br /&gt;Foam slowly melting, loud at last&lt;br /&gt;Rooms bereft, hard, now echo emptily&lt;br /&gt;Bangs sounding louder and more wooden&lt;br /&gt;Even though (in sight at least)&lt;br /&gt;They shift with tender care&lt;br /&gt;Like vergers carry hymnbooks.&lt;br /&gt;The future goes outwards, onwards&lt;br /&gt;Restitution a promise, chains pulled&lt;br /&gt;And tightened, airbrakes hiss&lt;br /&gt;Ropes and pads won't slip&lt;br /&gt;The driver knows the way, he does&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles a week&lt;br /&gt;With just occasional delay.&lt;br /&gt;Men and van are gone&lt;br /&gt;Lilac Drive returns to scale&lt;br /&gt;The final lock-up, secure yet&lt;br /&gt;Not for you now, only&lt;br /&gt;Empty bottles on the step,&lt;br /&gt;One bare light bulb in the hall&lt;br /&gt;And a cheery welcome note&lt;br /&gt;To inhabitants unknown&lt;br /&gt;Pinned to the kitchen wall&lt;br /&gt;In the pale rectangle&lt;br /&gt;Where the calendar once hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 4th October 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/drain-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/move.html' title='The Move'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109691886615610004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109691886615610004'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109691886615610004'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109682444081449426</id><published>2004-10-03T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:27:20.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Infant</title><content type='html'>Baby Dribbling Sibling&lt;br /&gt;Nibbling Spitting Shitting&lt;br /&gt;Gurgling Wailing Weeping&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Waking Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Waking Taking Taking&lt;br /&gt;Taking Sleeping Waking&lt;br /&gt;Baby Booby Baba&lt;br /&gt;Mama Papa Mama&lt;br /&gt;Suckling Sweety Duckling&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling Cooing Pooing&lt;br /&gt;Spewing Snotting Mewling&lt;br /&gt;Mauling Standing Falling&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Not Yet Crawling&lt;br /&gt;Cuty Booty Bib&lt;br /&gt;Nappy Crappy Happy&lt;br /&gt;Babby Chubby Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Tummy Yummy&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Chummy Bummy&lt;br /&gt;Runny Costing Lots of Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 1st October 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/tate-kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/linfant.html' title='L&apos;Infant'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109682444081449426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109682444081449426'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109682444081449426'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109641575876656531</id><published>2004-09-29T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:21:10.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How It Can Be</title><content type='html'>He shows no sign of infirmity&lt;br /&gt;His stick an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;Furled neat, contained&lt;br /&gt;His casual lean belies his need&lt;br /&gt;To rest his knees, limbs&lt;br /&gt;Withered by time but not disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nodding head affirms&lt;br /&gt;Agrees with pause for thought&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom bought by years&lt;br /&gt;Serenity by tears&lt;br /&gt;Teeth remaining all his own&lt;br /&gt;His crowning glory shines&lt;br /&gt;White and clean in morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at night easy as breath&lt;br /&gt;Released, he still delights &lt;br /&gt;In every taste&lt;br /&gt;He rides a bike uphill&lt;br /&gt;Shows off for fun sometimes &lt;br /&gt;His skill to younger men, &lt;br /&gt;Competing for their girls&lt;br /&gt;Many battles won, but one&lt;br /&gt;Yet undecided, his last &lt;br /&gt;Determination simply&lt;br /&gt;Not to be surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 5th April 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/condiments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/how-it-can-be.html' title='How It Can Be'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109641575876656531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109641575876656531'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109641575876656531'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109627087365188868</id><published>2004-09-28T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:48:40.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Dude</title><content type='html'>Another cool dude&lt;br /&gt;Wears shades on the tube&lt;br /&gt;Designer face impassive&lt;br /&gt;He's the incognito massive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisp and casual&lt;br /&gt;Cool and yet refined&lt;br /&gt;He's not the sort of guy&lt;br /&gt;To shout "REWIND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are two dark&lt;br /&gt;Question marks&lt;br /&gt;His poker-faced guess&lt;br /&gt;Shop window dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top lip and chin&lt;br /&gt;Cut sharp, a jewel&lt;br /&gt;Neat razor trim&lt;br /&gt;But he sees fuck all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 13th May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/daveh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/cool-dude.html' title='Cool Dude'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109627087365188868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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coz &lt;br /&gt;Here is just too near&lt;br /&gt;This train terminates&lt;br /&gt;Just round about here&lt;br /&gt;So get me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nobody&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares now&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a no-one, a&lt;br /&gt;Major non-entity&lt;br /&gt;Please vote me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm gonna disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere but here, coz &lt;br /&gt;Here is just too near&lt;br /&gt;This brain terminates&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around here&lt;br /&gt;Please get me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Just get me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 17th February 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/redwoodshadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/im-nobody-get-me-anywhere.html' title='I&apos;m A Nobody, Get Me Anywhere'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109626861559980198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109626861559980198'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109626861559980198'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109623511309818235</id><published>2004-09-26T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:47:51.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Perfect</title><content type='html'>In your own way&lt;br /&gt;You're improving&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;In a more than mundane way&lt;br /&gt;Almost acceptable&lt;br /&gt;Nearly admissable&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of presence&lt;br /&gt;Mind over matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect&lt;br /&gt;Finished and that's it&lt;br /&gt;No more incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Tidy and discrete&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect&lt;br /&gt;Patient, adaptable&lt;br /&gt;Cool and collected&lt;br /&gt;Stylish and sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own way&lt;br /&gt;I'm degrading&lt;br /&gt;A spectacular collapse&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one day&lt;br /&gt;In a less than mundane way&lt;br /&gt;Entirely rejected&lt;br /&gt;Ruled out of court&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of absense&lt;br /&gt;No telekinesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfect&lt;br /&gt;Only just starting&lt;br /&gt;Everything must go&lt;br /&gt;Upwards as I grow&lt;br /&gt;I am perfect&lt;br /&gt;Impatient, fixated&lt;br /&gt;Uncool and distracted&lt;br /&gt;Uptight and in a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 17th March 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/kingsxmidsum1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/you-are-perfect.html' title='You Are Perfect'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109623511309818235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623511309818235'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623511309818235'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109623296672640729</id><published>2004-09-26T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:18:09.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow swoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 3rd March 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/mindthegap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109623296672640729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623296672640729'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623296672640729'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109623172015201073</id><published>2004-09-26T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:48:40.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone</title><content type='html'>No longer on sheets do I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Nor the comfort of a soft bed&lt;br /&gt;                             for my bones and head&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shut then they open up&lt;br /&gt;                exhausted an hour before dawn&lt;br /&gt;Missing you is lost in mist&lt;br /&gt;Lover's caresses blurred into fist&lt;br /&gt;Punch drunk, apallingly stoned &lt;br /&gt;                                                and pissed&lt;br /&gt;            broken, forsaken, haggard, forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 23rd February 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/canal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/stone.html' title='Stone'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109623172015201073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623172015201073'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109623172015201073'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109622241638438970</id><published>2004-09-26T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:38:19.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Man</title><content type='html'>Diving, no breath taken&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, not to awaken&lt;br /&gt;A bigger splash to soak&lt;br /&gt;Like some kind of sick joke&lt;br /&gt;The remains on flood plains&lt;br /&gt;Drowned cities like clogged veins&lt;br /&gt;Old ruins of past raving&lt;br /&gt;Abuse, deceit, and misbehaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was twist and bust&lt;br /&gt;Sea-air cracked metal rust&lt;br /&gt;And no real effort made&lt;br /&gt;To stem the tide's tirade&lt;br /&gt;The lack of trust, the curse&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy made much worse,&lt;br /&gt;His fear, the also ran;&lt;br /&gt;The child, a drowning man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 3rd September 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/drivers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/drowning-man.html' title='Drowning Man'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109622241638438970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109622241638438970'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109622241638438970'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109622196235234720</id><published>2004-09-26T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:24:09.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rivals</title><content type='html'>Left breast versus right&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their awful spite&lt;br /&gt;One pushed up against the other&lt;br /&gt;Double D's of cleavage mutter&lt;br /&gt;One to heaven, one to hell&lt;br /&gt;Not lying flat, a heavy swell&lt;br /&gt;Both disputing who is best&lt;br /&gt;The battle of a bulging chest&lt;br /&gt;Like two fat puppies in a bag&lt;br /&gt;Growling, snarling, biting, sag&lt;br /&gt;Depend upon the same brassiere&lt;br /&gt;Into which they disappear&lt;br /&gt;Notwithstanding age and size&lt;br /&gt;Or cellulite on flabby thighs&lt;br /&gt;Or lardy arse that splits the knickers&lt;br /&gt;They scorn and snap with snidy snickers&lt;br /&gt;Both fighting for the right to burst&lt;br /&gt;And save ten drowning men from thirst&lt;br /&gt;The mummy and the baby tit&lt;br /&gt;Loudly proclaim "Coke isn't it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 14th June 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/rivals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/rivals.html' title='The Rivals'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109622196235234720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109622196235234720'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109622196235234720'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109638233268123200</id><published>2004-09-26T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:54:02.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish you'd marry me&lt;br /&gt;In a white lace gown&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a crystal from Beirut&lt;br /&gt;Pearls, and amber in silver&lt;br /&gt;I'd wear a blue silk suit&lt;br /&gt;Sing to you before and after&lt;br /&gt;And the pledges would be easy&lt;br /&gt;Our congregation high&lt;br /&gt;We'd dance all night&lt;br /&gt;Confuse and amuse our guests&lt;br /&gt;With flirting&lt;br /&gt;Catch the mountain train&lt;br /&gt;At dawn&lt;br /&gt;And fuck for peace at the&lt;br /&gt;Summit&lt;br /&gt;With the pink peaks crying&lt;br /&gt;"More!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd boast of me&lt;br /&gt;Your cool Englishman&lt;br /&gt;The one worth making an exception for&lt;br /&gt;Being true no barrier to&lt;br /&gt;Liberation&lt;br /&gt;Your imperfect, out-of-sorts&lt;br /&gt;Perfection&lt;br /&gt;Sex and love, devoted&lt;br /&gt;Dedication&lt;br /&gt;Giving challenge and support&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity and thought&lt;br /&gt;Planning lessons, buying shoes&lt;br /&gt;Co-ordinating orange, blues&lt;br /&gt;Greens and greys,&lt;br /&gt;Your moods and needs&lt;br /&gt;Your hunger feeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd come with me&lt;br /&gt;Come out, away&lt;br /&gt;Let loose and play&lt;br /&gt;Like children, willful&lt;br /&gt;Innocent,&lt;br /&gt;Lingering and lazy at&lt;br /&gt;Places where the world&lt;br /&gt;Is less confused and&lt;br /&gt;People are less crazy&lt;br /&gt;We'll swim and dive&lt;br /&gt;Relax and float and&lt;br /&gt;Smile, invite our friends,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep all together in one&lt;br /&gt;Big bed,&lt;br /&gt;Read each other morning stories&lt;br /&gt;Publish comedies and diaries&lt;br /&gt;Cook exotic and delicious meals&lt;br /&gt;Stretch and yawn and&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 8th May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/torview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/i-wish_109638233268123200.html' title='I Wish'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109638233268123200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109638233268123200'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109638233268123200'/><author><name>Dean 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src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/petal-pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ready-steady.html' title='Ready, Steady...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109619038091026189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109619038091026189'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109619038091026189'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109748626426408142</id><published>2004-09-26T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:42:46.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial</title><content type='html'>She lied and she lied&lt;br /&gt;Till I begged her to stop&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried and cried&lt;br /&gt;Every last fucking drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers I gave&lt;br /&gt;Just wilted and faded&lt;br /&gt;They were fresh from the grave&lt;br /&gt;Of the truth she evaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart once so hot&lt;br /&gt;Is now dead stone and cold&lt;br /&gt;The kettle, the pot&lt;br /&gt;Now cracked open and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she said she would not&lt;br /&gt;But she still went and did&lt;br /&gt;Til I joined up the dots&lt;br /&gt;To reveal what she hid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet denial persists&lt;br /&gt;Shame, dishonesty, pride&lt;br /&gt;In the kisses she kissed&lt;br /&gt;When she lied and she lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 11th October 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/memorial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/memorial.html' title='Memorial'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109748626426408142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109748626426408142'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109748626426408142'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109615050237265634</id><published>2004-09-25T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T07:37:23.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Lunar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>London is blood red&lt;br /&gt;behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;The silent streets&lt;br /&gt;echo loud&lt;br /&gt;My hands clean&lt;br /&gt;My vote Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thames flows&lt;br /&gt;regenerated&lt;br /&gt;our ways and means&lt;br /&gt;exonerated&lt;br /&gt;We march, don't we ?&lt;br /&gt;We'll win, won't we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought cheap&lt;br /&gt;The price of peace&lt;br /&gt;One million hearts&lt;br /&gt;Two million feet&lt;br /&gt;Back to our old lives&lt;br /&gt;Scanning the night skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 4th May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/cardinals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/on-lunar-eclipse.html' title='On the Lunar Eclipse'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109615050237265634' title='0 Comments'/><link 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it&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed his tongue&lt;br /&gt;Collapsed his lung&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't young&lt;br /&gt;Can't have been fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice young man&lt;br /&gt;Suntan&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea fan&lt;br /&gt;Transit van&lt;br /&gt;Went back&lt;br /&gt;Sudden crack&lt;br /&gt;Caught him smack&lt;br /&gt;IKEA flat-pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice old dear&lt;br /&gt;Tad queer&lt;br /&gt;Front and rear&lt;br /&gt;Dodgy beer&lt;br /&gt;Overnight&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in shite&lt;br /&gt;Dog died of fright&lt;br /&gt;Awful sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 26th April 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/chipman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/just-broke-4-deaths.html' title='Just Broke (4 Deaths)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109614560214508428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109614560214508428'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109614560214508428'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109614416723771980</id><published>2004-09-25T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:19:19.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;from the absolute depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;for being the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dismantle the lock and melt the key down to metal&lt;br /&gt;To reduce the door to planks and smash the walls to bricks and rubble&lt;br /&gt;To drop my phone into the bath making the numbers unreadable&lt;br /&gt;To lose the map to the wind making the destination unreachable&lt;br /&gt;To wash all my woollen clothes extra, extra hot&lt;br /&gt;To put in with all my whites a pair of bright red socks&lt;br /&gt;To announce your love over the Central Station P.A.&lt;br /&gt;In such a way that nobody waiting there can make out a word you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the train&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a tight jumper and a pink shirt&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the route&lt;br /&gt;Having previously committed all important telephone numbers to memory&lt;br /&gt;No longer in need of my cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the very top of myself&lt;br /&gt;For my glorious destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 4th April 2004 (4/4/4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/dark_dana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;as sharp as steel&lt;br /&gt;but she don't get&lt;br /&gt;the etiquette&lt;br /&gt;those fashion heels&lt;br /&gt;her sex tourettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this impulse buy&lt;br /&gt;for cutie pie&lt;br /&gt;heart pumping faint&lt;br /&gt;now wave bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;remove duvet&lt;br /&gt;he will obey&lt;br /&gt;stripped of the sky&lt;br /&gt;too skint to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 11th October 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/passenger2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/using-and-losing.html' title='Using and Losing'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109614075148425589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' 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then lasting&lt;br /&gt;Not gluttony nor fasting&lt;br /&gt;Play around, play a role&lt;br /&gt;Get some nutrition for the soul&lt;br /&gt;Some comfort, some reward&lt;br /&gt;Just to make and keep a word&lt;br /&gt;Since it can be so&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, we do pass go and&lt;br /&gt;Collect our simple sum&lt;br /&gt;Of two from one plus one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 3rd April 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/rainbow-upper-st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109614033809554470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;In their reflex search&lt;br /&gt;Upending shit and gravel&lt;br /&gt;Staving off their pangs&lt;br /&gt;It's maybe just because&lt;br /&gt;That is what you do&lt;br /&gt;When scum is more inviting&lt;br /&gt;Than predatory sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take in and spit out lumps&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of all nutrition&lt;br /&gt;Monotonous and safe&lt;br /&gt;Same as last time round&lt;br /&gt;Vague memory of food&lt;br /&gt;A hand, a golden hour&lt;br /&gt;Some other time and place&lt;br /&gt;Risk rising up to catch&lt;br /&gt;The momentary manna&lt;br /&gt;In gulps of recklessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 11th May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/fulham_rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/low.html' title='Low'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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shag&lt;br /&gt;followed by some KFC&lt;br /&gt;and though i do not like to brag&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather easy on the eye&lt;br /&gt;in my sleek shiny purple vest&lt;br /&gt;and it's no wonder that i strut&lt;br /&gt;and smugly bob and puff my chest&lt;br /&gt;coz all i do is shag and eat&lt;br /&gt;and shit and eat and shag and boast&lt;br /&gt;i'd be a piece of piss to slaughter &lt;br /&gt;yet i'm unfit for your roast&lt;br /&gt;so i proliferate and fornicate&lt;br /&gt;and dine on puke and trash&lt;br /&gt;it's bloody good, let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;now it's dinner time - must dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 13th May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/pigeon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/pigeon.html' title='Pigeon'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 7th April 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/leafwall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/change.html' title='Change'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109636106789562853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feedsatom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109636106789562853'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109636106789562853'/><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>