Outcast Poems

Poems were from 2005 to date. I do regular readings at “Sparky’s Flying Circus”, Half Moon, St Clemence, every Thursday evening, and every other Tuesday “Anything Goes at Mangos” downstairs at Mangos, Cowley Road. Both near the Plain, Oxford, both start at 9pm. If you are around call in, have a beer, listen to some poetry and music. Come and read your own or play us something if you want. It would be nice to see you. Outcast Poet

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Monday, July 24, 2006

DICK STALKER

Dick was an educated man
By day he translated
Verses by Federico García Lorca
He was a very diverse man
By night he transformed into Dick Stalker

He’d seen her once
Whilst having his lunch
In a café opposite Blackwells
He’d followed her alone
To her street, to her home
Under the sound of Old Toms bells

In her street after dark in the shadows he’d park
And gaze up at here silhouette
Less than half an hour
She was out of the shower
Her body still glistening wet

Dick’s damp hand clutched his crutch
She would leave the house soon
He had learnt that much
And he knew
It was Tuesday eve
And would you believe
She was studying Spanish, level 2

In his silent cross trainers
He would follow her to the school
And wait out side in the park
Alone in the dark
She was an educated woman, no fool

Dick was an educated man
Who had never had a tan
Never been much of a talker
“green how I love you green”
The words of Lorca
Translated by Dick Stalker

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