Poem: Alan Close by Rachel Blake

Glass Of Water by Sababa Shahid on Flickr
9 Jul 2013 @ 11.29 am
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Glass Of Water by Sababa Shahid on Flickr
Glass Of Water by Sababa Shahid on Flickr
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Alan Close
by Rachel Blake


 
Alan Close’s feet escape the quilt in the night,
Frost on his tarmac in the morning.

Every evening when it rains
Alan Close
Takes a glass of water to bed
To sip before sleep – then awakes perturbed,
a circular film of dust on the surface.

He is a neat man,
His cuffs are white.
Alan Close has electric garage doors, one per house;
None of which have rusted.

Alan Close (Mister) hasn’t had a woman in five and a half years.
If and when the children are locked out to play,
The Alan Close parents (numbers 8, 45 and 69) draw the curtains.

He touches his own soft belly and arms,
And walks to work now, in greying trainers –
Sensible shoes in his bag.
A skip on the driveway of number 22,
Scaffolding enfolds a house stump.

On the second Thursday of every month
He goes to book club, a small affair
(Alan Close drinks two glasses of white).
Tuesday is bin day on Alan Close,
49’s recycling contains coffee jars.
Like fresh, less expensive.

 


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