The girl with the blue and red tattoo


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went to the gym
in my brand new addidas trainers
white Primark socks
black short-sleeved M&S shirt
blue JC Sport shorts

spent 3 minutes
on the stationary  bike
1 mile

watching the C4 weather forecast 
gusts of 90mph  sweeping over the Pentland Firth

2 minutes on the rowing machine

watching the weight-lifting slip of a girl
with  a blue and red tattoo
on her left shoulder
expand contract expand contract
15 calories

2 minutes on the slalom exerciser

with a view from the window
of passing students leaning into the wind and the rain

then sit-ups sitting down on my favourite

the red medicine ball
5 10 20 25 30 35 40 42
enough enough

then the  abdominal exerciser


then the  lower-back exerciser


the outer-thigh exerciser


the  inner-thigh  exerciser


then the torture of the tedious treadmill  

5 final furious minutes
heart-rate 110
watch the Vermeer girl with the white earphones
ignore the left calf pain
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap
42 calories
enough

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap
enough enough enough

10 minutes showering
drying
dressing
pause to watch the girl with the tattoo

then out through the revolving door
into the wind
into the rain
clean

purified
virtuous
reinvented.

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THE PERFECT WAY TO BEGIN THE DAY


Some days before the sun gets up 


I write a you a poem
about this wonderful world and my place in it
about flowers and butterflies and birds
and you
about beautiful love-of-my-life you
with your come-hither-and-thither eyes
and your whiter-than-white teeth
and your brighter-than-bright smile
and
some days

I don’t.

Some days I go to the gym
and spend an hour
on the tedious treadmill,
the stationary cycle,
the rackety rowing machine,
the big blue exercise ball
and feel so much better for it
and some days
I don’t

and some days I do
and I don’t
and some days
I don’t
and I do.

SOME DAYS


 

before the alarm goes off
I think about you
bringing me breakfast in bed,
lightly scrambled eggs,
golden toast,
home-made golden marmalade,
pot of earl gray
no milk no sugar thanks
and I cup my hands behind my head
and stare up at the ceiling and smile

and some days

YOU DO.