poems(pre 95) ALIVE
for to take time out
from the ends that we seek
to just drift
in a place
next to me
far away
warm and content
and alive
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BOOKMARK OR THE WIND MAY CHANGE
at the conclusion
the story sped by
as leaves tossed
and turned in the wind
i lost my place
looking up
I saw where i lay
past rippling grass
a twilight tree shimmered
and hung a low slung moon
like a bauble
so at this occlusion
the last leave flapped
with nowhere left to go
i picked it up
and made my way back
dark in reflection
through corn
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LOGIC AND SEXUAL MORALITY
John Wilson said...
i don't know because
i never read it
just hours spent in Oxfam
bagging blue penguins
with the best names
like ' Images of Deviance'
and 'Sleep'
i know they’ll come in handy
some day...
no, what bothers me is
should you do it on a first date?
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MY BLUE TOUCH PAPER
the screech of brakes
somehow humbles me
then i to...
sensitive
like the laughing cries
of forgetting an ordeal
ease violently
into sleep...
my blue touch paper
too visible, too cold
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NATIONAL COSTUME
disguises fall apart
fray and drag
undoing what is done
that was undone wrong
all hemmed together
fleeing from tears
all stuck together
with pressure
a national dress cleaned
split apart at the seams
and i can't see the clothes
for the costume
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OUT TO SEA (THE POINT 1)
so like a yacht
sailing gently past the point
and leaving behind the belt of life
for the shadows of the storm,
the billowing above grips me
here,lying
without watching the unfurling of the drama
i disappear
in the prayer of its resolution
to the gods of those who would be
neatly skirting around
the edge of the world
i return
drawn here, becalmed
to a tolling buoy
and i can see
from the state of that crowsnest
that no-one's spotted peace yet
on its way, past the point
out to sea
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PROVIDENCE
the gentleman describes childhood greatness
thought the stationer
in mornings dealing himself enjoyment
he prevented attention through swarthy marches
much sitting is so with him
affection made us giggle
our pastime done;
what is, does, in ever pretty kitchens
in a place fair and happy
they considered him, she, believing
her children and the goblet came,
i, telling with the said
less like seeing as supposing
said the ironmaster
such suggested matters held dear
when we know the point comes and goes
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READING PICTURES 3 (HIS YELLOW BURDEN)
she sees him as he watches
the changing faces
his yellow burden
wishing he could afford
mirrored, he rests his head
in golden dreams
and floating toward another bank
she wishes she was not there
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WHAT SHE MIGHT HAVE SAID
do not
look at me
with those microscope eyes
THEY MAKE YOU LOOK SO FAR AWAY...
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