Andy Brookes Poems

pursuing happiness like quarry.
Hunting it through concrete jungles,
down moneyed streets.
laying snares.
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Pink skin, black velvet dermis
hard faced sojourners
oceans crossed
enchained displaced sweated
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Little known carborundum kid
scrapes his living in corrugated rust hut on highway 17

puncturer of dreams, mender of hearts
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poor carpenters son puts down the plane, begins to speak plainly
spirits taken hold, whiskey in the rye.Chiseling basalt dark nights for an oxidiated soul.
cutting to the bones of contentions, seeing how many cliches can fill a line, so much wood pulp and sawdust
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did it? did we exist?
time out of time where lovers only know

we were star gazing lovers, never crossed,
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moon eating daylight
subsuming transubstantiation
exchanging blue for stars
interiors for exteriors
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only in darkness find light, an emptiness so full its bursting,
encircling spectral voids, truth's shivering in frozen space.

electrons unseen whizz, dying minuscule falling bodies,
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