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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/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="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><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DeanWhitbreadPoetry" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/RyJPHMZmnYI/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2008/06/tobacco-and-shit.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/8_pwYY573jg/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/black-cab-conversation.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/k3-plNcuns4/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/move.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/KE0jlCVC0IE/linfant.html" title="L'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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/10/linfant.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/z_JCBn8rhk4/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/how-it-can-be.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/A-aFexuTbs8/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" 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/109627087365188868" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109627087365188868" /><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/cool-dude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109626861559980198</id><published>2004-09-27T07:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T15:01:08.706+01:00</updated><title type="text">I'm A Nobody, Get Me Anywhere</title><content type="html">I just can't bear
&lt;br /&gt;To stick around here
&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm gonna suffocate
&lt;br /&gt;Suffer the 2nd rate
&lt;br /&gt;Cult of the TV
&lt;br /&gt;C-list celebrity
&lt;br /&gt;Stick on the box again
&lt;br /&gt;Red button vote to win
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there
&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be anywhere
&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here, 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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/wdcECL-LumI/im-nobody-get-me-anywhere.html" title="I'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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/im-nobody-get-me-anywhere.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/f6xkzbEXC_Q/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/you-are-perfect.html</feedburner:origLink></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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/V36PE9vhZeU/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><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/ice-cream.html</feedburner:origLink></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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&lt;br /&gt;Soft wet drips
&lt;br /&gt;Limpid looks
&lt;br /&gt;TV cooks
&lt;br /&gt;Slice and butter
&lt;br /&gt;Braise and mutter
&lt;br /&gt;Slave and scrape
&lt;br /&gt;Jest, dessicate
&lt;br /&gt;Caress, thrill
&lt;br /&gt;Dress to kill
&lt;br /&gt;Express, emote
&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle, coat
&lt;br /&gt;Fry, bake
&lt;br /&gt;FInesse, fake
&lt;br /&gt;Garnish, grill
&lt;br /&gt;Griddle, fill
&lt;br /&gt;Flash, preen
&lt;br /&gt;Blend, tureen
&lt;br /&gt;Mix, stuff
&lt;br /&gt;Slice, puff
&lt;br /&gt;Seconds left
&lt;br /&gt;TV Chef
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 24th May 2004
&lt;br /&gt;
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&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;
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&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;
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&lt;br /&gt;Back of his throat
&lt;br /&gt;Just broke
&lt;br /&gt;Made him choke
&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful scene
&lt;br /&gt;Left his greens
&lt;br /&gt;Chips, bacon, beans
&lt;br /&gt;Aged 12, 14
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Nice old git
&lt;br /&gt;Stuck around a bit
&lt;br /&gt;Sudden fit
&lt;br /&gt;That was 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;
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&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" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/V7AmVBajOw0/thank-you.html" title="Thank You" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8471807&amp;postID=109614416723771980" 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/109614416723771980" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109614416723771980" /><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/thank-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109614075148425589</id><published>2004-09-25T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:06:17.966+01:00</updated><title type="text">Using and Losing</title><content type="html">her friends appeal
&lt;br /&gt;his passport feel
&lt;br /&gt;a three-blade shave
&lt;br /&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
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&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DeanWhitbreadPoetry/~3/a6jI8ItQ-q8/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" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109614075148425589" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8471807/posts/default/109614075148425589" /><author><name>Dean Whitbread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.deanwhitbread.com/poetry/2004/09/using-and-losing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471807.post-109614033809554470</id><published>2004-09-25T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:30:12.836+01:00</updated><title type="text">Miracle</title><content type="html">A miracle, I said
&lt;br /&gt;A small one but real
&lt;br /&gt;A triumph of the heart
&lt;br /&gt;The flowering of love
&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that this would be
&lt;br /&gt;After all you said
&lt;br /&gt;About independence, sex and
&lt;br /&gt;Politics in bed and I
&lt;br /&gt;Remain suspended by
&lt;br /&gt;Your astonishing decision
&lt;br /&gt;To give this piece of me a try
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So how would it be ?
&lt;br /&gt;If not the last, 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;
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&lt;br /&gt;A stone, a plastic arch
&lt;br /&gt;A base of grit and scale
&lt;br /&gt;No tide, no night and day
&lt;br /&gt;No sun or moon, no beach
&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant debris
&lt;br /&gt;In no grand scheme of things
&lt;br /&gt;Air rises and food falls
&lt;br /&gt;Emerging from beyond
&lt;br /&gt;A constant chugging pump
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The very smallest grains
&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the tank
&lt;br /&gt;Where the goldfish nose
&lt;br /&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;
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&lt;br /&gt;than a bit of pre-digested
&lt;br /&gt;delicious pavement pizza
&lt;br /&gt;down beneath the double breasted
&lt;br /&gt;it sets me up for lunch
&lt;br /&gt;and a nice al fresco 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
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&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of change
&lt;br /&gt;Push new green shards
&lt;br /&gt;Through brittle earth
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Simple small
&lt;br /&gt;A brave new start
&lt;br /&gt;Each little birth
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;DFRW 7th April 2004
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