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Steve Spence - Five Poems

Steve Spence

Speaking to the Regulators

Even unfounded rumours are
dangerous but there will be
sunny spells this afternoon and

this is the way things will need
to stay. Could these signals 
have been made from a boat?

“Intelligence is supposed to be
what you’re good at,” she said.
Although these nocturnal cries

are low-key they carry a long way
but once you’ve heard something
you can’t un-hear it and we are all

on the payroll now. Have you ever
come across a black-tailed godwit? 

The Smoke of Bonfires

Every now and then a miracle
happens or so it’s said but we’re
going to find a way to do it soon

and next up it’s the call of the 
greenshank. Are we all a security
risk now? “What are you staring

at?” she said. Swift certification
may be necessary as a strange
shape is emerging from the pit.

“This is all filler,” she said, “but
everything else has been taken away 
with the exception of the piano.”

There is a before and an after but If you
can’t fight a duel you will need to run away.

An Illumination

Here we have an ancient
vending machine from the
nineteen fifties and here we

have an iron from the turn 
of the century. “Suddenly our 
recording studio has become

a place for experimentation
and creativity,” she said. Here
we have an electric scarecrow

but it’s not scaring the birds away.
“Oh, there are lots of other jobs
that aren’t real,” she said. Yet this

slot machine is not a new phenomenon
and it’s about time we got a grip.

A Double Agent

Hungry minds are stalking
our oceans but this heatwave
is a silent killer and it’s not as

simple as turning on a tap. “Here
we have facial convulsions which
resemble horrible laughter,” she

said. When did you last talk to the
elephant that’s sitting in the room?
Who is really responsible for the

current shortages? Are you in favour
of a flexible response? “I’m a personal
trainer and I work in a gym,” he said.

Colours, shapes and textures, these are
the elements that inhabit our dreams. 

Terms and Conditions

A spy is lurking in the crowd,
we know this because he’s been
spotted. “I was an obsessive,” he

said. “I painted every day and
I was thinking about painting
all of the time.” Have you read

the terms and conditions? “I’m a
writer,” she said, “it’s what I do and
it takes up most of my time.” These

statues can be very difficult to date
but it seems they are extremely old.
When he swam he swam obsessively

and it became his main occupation.
“Never take the nearest portion,” she said.  

Copyright © Steve Spence, 2021

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