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I would abandon all other cities for this never to call you anything but by your long-ago name the one your mother whispered once all sea spray hidden away from anyone else but me. 


(so a ruff work in progress what do you think?)

 

To wake from sleep with neutral angels

Cross weeping waters   Opiate lilies

Rolled tobacco   Porcelain skin

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I give out money, paper money for free.

 Answer: Because you are sitting on the streets I was born into this world on.

 

I pass from them streets like loose wrappers

cobbled stones lost mythologies; strangers foreign even to my self.

But  could if I want sift sea salt stolen dreams.  Camera fantastic songs.

 Long meandering trails to and from siren spiralling stairs.

 A better life only in theory because I would give up all other cities for this.

 

To wake from sleep with nameless angels

Cross weeping water smugglers

Beggar a hazy sun dry enough for a nod.

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Soft we talk knowing no tomorrows. 

your head rests on my shoulder. Safe from all clack and clatter,

from hard shelters, rough searchers, mingling watery blood sucked ones.

Only respite from the past, we drift.

 

I tell you stories of cities abandoned long ago

Where warmth was free. Where angels had names

Where heroes would rescue even you.

Asleep without being asleep, your head on my shoulder.

I don’t move when tenderly

You pooch my pockets

 find something worth taking.

 Let you have it

 not moving while you leave

Rumours of King fishers, poem by pd lyons from darkness work in progress


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Rumours of King Fishers.

can you ever begin anything at all?

never mind again

white walls

white linen

duvet pillows sheets

white lamp

white floor boards

radiator door

&

pale as milk

kiss

black  Japan lacquer

all night eyes

smooth long whisper

curve of ahh’s

to not call it ocean

that which we call ocean would be?

to not call it mind

that which we call mind would be?

to not call it I

that which we call I would be?

sometime ago angels

leapt up in summer time

yellow gold

all one

w/ human kind

of course looked like love at first

then became lust

by try as they must could never get off

though happily multiple

the women went nuts

 

 

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might be a long week but look forward to the end….


at rest with angels of the sun

Bed Poem Today


Sometimes

angels sang

in his head

as he lay

across the aubergine and green bed

 

Sometimes the sun

danced elliptical

 edging his cup

fingers tap tapping

cosmical coded eclipses

 

Sometimes the day

just began this way

open windows

white  blinds

even traffic softer

as if the dust of dark ages

shed and unknown

precisely the  time of his life

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