June in September
It happened one time
One Friday in June
The night was the day
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It happened one time
One Friday in June
The night was the day
America the beautiful,
at night &
in the hi-def tv. set
Allow me to breathe your last breath
as a still born
unknowing you
With your name called
I could touch the sky,
Remember days
Let's talk from where you are
In silence and at once.
Don't be afraid of distance
Bayonets smothered by dew
Sighs coagulated by vagrant veins
hope for the sunshine, unseen
The Kiss of Life
To kiss as in those days
holding in an embrace;
There I was, sitting in a corner of the cold dusty room
The dusk falling, the angry clouds gathering
Casting shadows across the sky;
I’m late at dawn
Among the rotten dew
Near the slaughtered love, in sight
I live to work and work will pay
In rain or shine or boom or bust
To earn my crust and live and play
Fleeting summer warmth
Golden rain of falling leaves
Harbingers of frost
Stories of a fairy fort
That were told around the camp fire
Blazing in the summer nights
Sammie the dog was thought to be clever
Cleverer than one ever did see
He could switch on the TV with his paw
Thanks for throwing me out, old man!
It was a pleasure to meet you;
Pretence to a normal life,
Warm rain-washed morning
Black coffee on the patio
Silent slipping of traffic through the mist
A shortness of breath
grasping at the breath of life
as heart palpitates.
if we were all eskimos
everything would be so much whiter
but we couldn’t tell
And yet I’ve stayed. Against my freedom, against my veins.
I stayed and forgot myself in the mirror of nowhere to go.
Cover my eyes, cover them, I’d beg.
I love life at the funeral
In the morning, when the deceased is unknown, warm and still hated
When the tax man is about to start his rounds, ruthless and docile
Do you know 'what is a dream?',
Really understand it?,
Engage in it...