Sunday, 29 May 2022

Lester Piggott - d. May 29th 2022

Your peers knew better the shape 
of your backside than your face, 
kept like a well-tended grave.

This was the long and short of it all;
a rustle of silks, the rumbling pall
of hooves, the going good, the fall.

Thursday, 26 May 2022

Andy Fletcher - d. May 26th 2022

You came up from the underground
to bring a new disease. 
Your faith and devotion was to sound
and the spell it weaves.
The studio mute, the tape is rewound;
all silent when you leave.








Ray Liotta - d. May 26th 2022

As far back as I remember
I always loved a gangster
movie, their abrupt horror,
the unconscionable banter
in the coldness of murder,
such appalling splendour.






Tuesday, 24 May 2022

Colin Cantwell - d. May 21st 2022

You pre-imagined the life beyond 
this, 
conceptualised in deathless detail
the gleaming craft that would take us 
there, sketched faraway galaxies, 
developed from imagination to hand,
hand to screen, screen to eye.



Thursday, 19 May 2022

Vangelis Papathanassíou - d. May 17th 2022

You are hoisted on the shoulders
of replicants and runners, carried
from the studio of this world, 
your body now a sweep of strings, 
the lush chords of a grand heaven.

Tuesday, 17 May 2022

Cynthia ‘Plaster Caster’ Albritton - d. April 21st 2022

I heard of your little death,
how they cast your stiff form
to preserve the likeness of 
that final excitement, joy 
at leaving hard evidence,
something solid at the end.




Kay Mellor - d. May 15th 2022

Here’s to golden stories, 
the kind where people do 
what people do, 
say what people say
in voice and vernacular
as familiar as furniture.





Sunday, 8 May 2022

Denis Waterman - d. May 8th 2022

Met an old snout in Mario’s caff
Mile End blag’s off he said, tell your 
guvnor - mark of respect for your DS. 
Slipped him a score for his trouble.
Sweet. Condolences to his missus.





Friday, 6 May 2022

Régine Zylberberg - d. May 1st 2022

I
tried in vain to get into the clubs
from Juan-les-Pins to Jupiter -

Sorry sir,  too scruffy, too dumb, 

too normal. I saw the Queen 

of the Night, movie star on each arm,

laughing as she exited by a side door.


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