Andy Brookes Poems

The Muse rode in this morning with her usual chaos in tow
looking at the waste paper bin full of parallel lines that never meet
I wonder if she's here to stay.
'Soooooo.'she says 'What's new.'
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should I go all noble and say it doesn't matter,
look you in the eye at the point of sale,
deep blue oceans and say it's fine. I'm fine, your fine, we're fine
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She looks quite normal they said.
pretending not to hear,
she wrapped the shreds of her sanity
around her skinny frame with dignity.
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your smile dissolved in the rain
split into atoms of delight, to rearrange in my brain.
your eyes said goodbye while your mouth, a moue of red,
said hello blowing a salty kiss on the air.
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Loss is not that first stab,
Nor the numbness that follows.

Loss is not the nights after,
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The bright gaudiness of the maples
Before stripped of their bright clothes,
Float like bright islands above the mist,
Illuminating the forest of burnished gold.
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Morning is a pile of ashes, half dreams remain, not to trouble
but usher in the dawn.
sleep that ever evasive friend
runs away to new pastures to count his black sheep.
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