Corbyn 

The more I see the new face of the new old Labour Party

I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all. 

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Protest 

Of the most forgiving of us
it is to turn the other cheek,

Only be slapped anew.
Perhaps soon we’ll turn to Che
or those solemn folks from the IRA

learning lessons of fire and ice.

MicroPoems Ep.5

21.

In your eyes
I see, that those presented
as most strong, are those
most complicit in deceit.

***

22.

Who controls what we think?
Sometimes I tell myself
I do

***

23.

I’m trapped again,
stuck to your sweet voice,
your whispered honeydew words
leaving a brilliant sheen
in my bronze eyes.

***

24.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic heart trembling
within my sleeve.

***

25.

I could have died,
left
alone
in your heart.

*****

MicroPoems Ep. 4

16.

I always play to place,
in face
of the insurmountable weights,
tugging
from yesterday.

***

17.

Encased in crystal drops,
within home’s walls, I part,
donning an upturned eye,
yearning through these waters
in search of you.

***

18.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic beats, trembling
within my sleeve.

***

19.

I freeze
to the thought of leaving;
dreading a return
to your parted presence.

***

20.

I want the world to be empty,
filled by just us two.

***

MicroPoems Ep. 3

11.

Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.

***

12.

In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.

***

13.

Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.

***

14.

Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.

***

15.

Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.