Too frantic
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The tube rushes by
No time, no time,
Says the rabbit.
Turn off. Sleep gently
Wake up not, but when
The marigolds blossomed
Lay low, unfazed
Be nice, be nice,
Stay out of sight.
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Friday, 24 December 2010
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Poem 27
You’re the sun in my heart
I’ve wasted all the debris of the past
It is always the last time,
Until the first it again becomes
I remember when ten were
More than half of my life
The nothingness of vanity
In the devil’s garden
An ebbed bird of prey
I’ve changed course
Past the mountain, past the desert
Four times ten and two
You’re still the sun of my heart
I’ve wasted all the debris of the past
It is always the last time,
Until the first it again becomes
I remember when ten were
More than half of my life
The nothingness of vanity
In the devil’s garden
An ebbed bird of prey
I’ve changed course
Past the mountain, past the desert
Four times ten and two
You’re still the sun of my heart
Poem 26
history in reverse. parallel lines.
your pond, my hockey field
orange ginger hair; burgundy hair
the light, the shadow
my dad born in the heart of darkness,
they trapped you
skinny frame; curved body
history in reverse. parallel lines.
no mark on my skin, yours a stamp
no love, never loved;
much love, always loved
a grades; i go with the flow
chocolate & chips; apple and pie
returned to sender, somewhere out there
your pond, my hockey field
orange ginger hair; burgundy hair
the light, the shadow
my dad born in the heart of darkness,
they trapped you
skinny frame; curved body
history in reverse. parallel lines.
no mark on my skin, yours a stamp
no love, never loved;
much love, always loved
a grades; i go with the flow
chocolate & chips; apple and pie
returned to sender, somewhere out there
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