Tag: poem
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BOOT STOMPING TOMORROW²
White gives to red Red, red surrender Bottles upended Dawn roused to a wet bed, again Hope turns to dread Noble words unsaid Fitting lips unmet February is gelid Temperature gone unsteady Home is a mindset, a mindset at an end Blowing out the last ember and it’s always winter next Can’t read Teletext without…
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Merciful Aquamarine
No MP3s I’m still dealing with CDs, bought about 100 in NCBI charity shops Floor could do with a sweep and mop, deck scrub the lot Hair could do with a chop Spent teabag sink mound could do with a slop My heart broken clean in two, like a foot of balsa Karate choppers used…
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Gifted just means no effort
So many gifts, my parents could have named me Santa Dipped I drip ink into the sink like I just got in the door from a Bic-drawn world Everything seems wicked, all the rides are free if you have a ticket Everyone I know possesses laminate season passes and codes for golden keys I’m down…
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Point and whisper
Don’t give me that, own brand and flat I want a proper Fanta and that’s that A proper footfall fan would lamp ya, ya tramp ya I’m in another league and it’s not the champions Champing at the bit for strangers to whisper “it can’t be him” When I walk in to buy chips in…
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Currentfollower
In the lake next to me lives a plesiosaur Which I always thought sounded like the name of a gaeilgeoir That you might meet up in Donegal near Grianan of Aileach, the fort I’m going to walk to the frigid shore, planning to sail North No stopping until Hyperborea, and the Aquilonian resorts Take my…
Alchemisland 