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Between two worlds

 

In dreams my father is with me.

He lives in his nightmare wide awake.

 

In dreams my legs buckle.

He falls in his nightmare.

 

I see him, we cannot speak,

his frail hands outstretched to his child.

 

His hanging mouth a cave

with all his life inside, forgotten.

 

Asleep in his bed like amber in linen,

withered by time and ages rot.

 

So we meet bet...

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At 5 o'clock a million things

 

It's five o'clock in the morning, it's -5,

my dog pisses as she stares at me.

 

Her steam, my breath as one

I think she's laughing.

I'm laughing, I'm wearing shorts and a beanie.

 

What is this,

eccentric englishness?

 

Stars in silver sulphide pierce a frigid sky

a Supernova vents it's dying throes.

 

She stands from squat,

the Blackbird sings

 

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Are We The Only Living One's to Have Thought

 

Used to be

I could get all the news I need

on the weather report

 

When days

were long

and darker times came in short

 

I could gather all the news I need

on the weather report

 

Hey, I've got nothing to do today

but cry

and to cry and to cry and to cry

for what's going on

 

is this the only dying world

our greed's brought.

 

Most ...

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Into the wild

 

Behind the songful thicket

where fields tuck in to ancient earth,

the tiny birds sing thanks to birth

 

trod and turned by boot and plough

much goes unseen by humans now.

 

Beyond the foamy edge

where breakers roll on timeless sand,

the wilding wind knows no command

 

stamped, then cleared by men and tides.

whose howls are drowned like griefs lost cries

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