chris dawson Poems

claustrophobic cloak of night
envelops all remaining will
and saps the light once held within
I lie confined in silence, still.
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Down a lonely track,
fittingly at the end,
beside a watery hollow,
from whence this piece was penned,
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As a child I could reason the simplest of things
Soon I knew how the World ought to be
I could argue my point with the reason of youth
Truth as only such youth could agree
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Come to me my lover,
come to me with blind eyes,
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And firm upon that lofty perch

He cried amongst the gulls
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It's incumbent upon us you know

We sane gentlemen
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Why do you, my fish

Flap about on my dish
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I cry my love

I scream my love at you
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Jayne Fontaine was not to blame
It was surely Auntie Mable
That let the baby crack its head
Under the kitchen table
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Evil drew, the dagger held
As drawn too was her breath
And held there by the chill of fate
She face a certain death
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