Ali Graham Poems

That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes
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I put my neck
on the line for you

You put your lingerie
...

I

Yesterday rain tumbled down on Belfast,
by mid evening the house brick was damp-dark,
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He gave her his arm; she
took his blood into her
syringe, filled it,
like a tall glass; wine
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The
soles
of girls
and boys
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If Titanic skin
was our skin
the question
I’m asking
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If intending to ride in my cab
Be so kind and do not make me sad
No eating or drinking
No stuff that is stinking
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I hear them
Upstairs in my head
Moving stuff around
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