Daniel Norton Smith Poems

Waiting for the paycheck,
the post it never comes.
Waiting for the paycheck,
I'll have to do some sums.
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Now that I am old and grey,
I don't fear anything any more.
Passing time and dimming hours,
breathe freshness into my lungs.
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I went first and undid my zip.
She outdid me and took off her bra.
I hid my mobile; she locked hers.
Clothes on the floor;
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Security's overrated,
I really think it is.
Unless there's a guard on the door,
you're in a state of tizz.
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Next time I come over,
you'll let me kiss you all over.
And I'll let you cut my hair.
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Like diggers' teeth against the sea.
Upright. Proud. Vain.
Crashing women against the break
Rust me.
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Lazy days are mine,
as the mist settles,
and the leaves rattle,
across someone else's lawn.
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And I saw you lying there,
so young and satisfied.
Like a hot leveret,
basking in the sun.
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When Frances Farmer
was young and poor,
on Mum's advice she
put great store.
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I think they should do weather forecasts,
for heavy social-pressure:
who's talking to whom,
and who is under the weather.
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