In Suburbia

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Poem: In Suburbia

The dawn breaks, the bread bakes
In suburbia
The bell rings, the postie sings
In suburbia
The grass grows, the neighbours mow
In suburbia
Can’t freak, can’t screech
Can’t fight, can’t write
On walls as tall as lampposts
A dog barks, in the dark
In suburbia
The curtains close, in tiny rows
In suburbia
The lights go out, on roundabouts
In suburbia
Can’t push, can’t pull
Can’t spit, can’t pit
Your luck against a pitbull
The night begins, it’s wheelie bins
In suburbia
Under stars, the lid a jar
In suburbia
A sleeve pokes out, a guilty shout
In suburbia
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Poem: Gigantic in minature, distance close

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Travelling across rocky gravel ground

Ankle twist and bone rotate with every step

Meaning with each movement

Care with placement of each foot

Celebrate small distances

Looking up to the horizon smiling

Poem: I dream of spirits

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I DREAM OF SPIRITS

Listen with ears to crackle ghost on electric drive
See with eyes black and white spirit raising up
Smell with nose fresh baked bread now
Feel with skin goose bumped breeze through window
Taste the rain on St. Swithen’s day
Close senses and see the great telephoto void
Burning
Burning

Poem: Faustus

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FAUSTUS

Dark thoughts lead to incantations
The doctor has left his house
Desirous of blood red crimson heart
And nothing in beyond

Mephistophilis come handsome and abound
Magnetic deliverance beckons
Asking pleading begging
With twisted wink he leaves

Seven deadly antidotes
Six and pointed star
Speak in tongues and circle now
Eyes blinded from beneath and far

Come hungry crushing Lucifer
Time is ticking hour by hour
Speeding towards the railway gates
The doctor screams, and cries and whimpers now
Distant howling
Ever
Forever

Poem: Lady Day and Night

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LADY DAY AND NIGHT

Lady day and black Macbeth
What was your life before this
Lady day and sleep by night
Your hand busy making play things

Oh lady day and darkened night
Resting light wait day break
Smiling pale and singing soft
Lady day and slowly

Then plot ruined
And black Macbeth
Came calling
Death’s dark point