Pipes And Bubbles

Can you hear the bubble

In the heated pipes

Can you touch the trouble

In the darkness of nights

Bubbles scrape corroded interns

Pipes with a feathered furry core

Wrestle around the corner turns

Angled with a tangled bore

Hear the mischief

In the blown-out smoke

Touch the disbelief

In the rolled-up rancid talk

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Now I Want To Not

It is not that

I don’t want to

It has moved on

From that

Now

It is that

I want

Not to

Simply

It is

Almost now

Sworn in fact

Stones carry the stories

Lives that dead men leave

Bones outlast the mourn of glory

Wives that dead men freed

It is not that

I do not want to

But the mood

Is more signified

Now

It is

I want not to

The message so so simplified

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The Only Other Man

You went to walk away

I walked that way too

You closed the openness of love

I broke the outbound spell you threw

I am here in my capsule

I wander in and out of clouds

I hear; yes I hear you too

Loneliness at peace in truth

I walk today

With the only other man

Distracted but intact

By the pact of a shorter span

I cried at the funeral

Tears to the tune of a song

I cried at the eulogy

Fears that still wander on

I cried at the poetry

Arrears in the name

Of the unknown

Poets near-on refrain

Back from quite a journey

I wander in and out of rooms

And I hear; I hear you too

Peacefulness alone with proof

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Rolled By

Eight-thirty came and went

Was that the seven o’clock that rolled by

Half past nine stayed steady and sent

Another dream to magnify

Ten past ten the postman was meant

Sign here please; I said goodbye

Elevenses, a break, a magic moment lent

Seconds, bunched in garlands lie

Melancholic, but only for a while

Hopeful is more my recent style

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The Store Is Bare

Tell me a joke

No

Why not

There are no jokes left

The joke board is bare

No jokes, you joke 

Sing me a song

No, why not

There are no songs

The song store is bare

A story

A poem perhaps

Talk to me of miracles

Of mischief, or just

The bare necessities

The pen is dry

The paper is blank

The recorder is out of tape

My memory chips are corrupted

Storage is inaccessible

It will

Have to be

New

Made up

From base

Emptiness

Mist

Loneliness

Kissed

Love, and all of that

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