Dan Reynolds Poems

Let me take you on a journey
to a land where I once played
Where nature sculpted landscapes
so bizarre, they seemed man-made
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Chleenchama Rackhathu.

Beneath the Arms of Rutherglen
a stirring has been heard
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You're not like a gas flame...
Or I would see a point of nothingness
at your base.
That invisible rush of expectancy
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The soundtrack to a life may cause offence
if chosen from the tunes that we have bought.
Inclusive and abusive, in a sense
when dredging up the dirges we’d forgot
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The crumbling o’ the dry-stane dike
Its saddened sedimentary state
Hard graft, the farmer’s lads won’t like
But to the sheep? An extra gate!
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I know a man who has two drinks
then talks like he's had ten.
It isn't long before he thinks
'I'll have two more, again.'
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I closed the toilet door aboard the train
and looked into the bowl with much dismay.
For if the choice were offered me, again,
I would have used the Station's loos, that day.
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I hugged a brittle stick the other night
The remnants of a friend.
A wheezing, gasping, floundering fish.
He sang in bursts..
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How can we ever comprehend or care,
as bystanders who question all we see?
Discouraged by the lack of logic there,
within the cause of each catastrophe.
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Oh to be a gastropod and walk upon my belly
I'd slither like a slimy sod and hide in someone's welly
Knowing you won't look too hard,
for fear the smell may hurt your nose.
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