Francie Lynch Poems

Everyone,
To begin.
We have no choices,
Depending on gurgled voices
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There came a rabbit
To inhabit
A space
In my Easter basket.
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You're losing weight,
You're eyes are bright,
You're skin is smooth,
Clear and bright,
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Sleep, Timothy, Sleep.
Let wishes dance
About your feet,
For now.
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The year following
Jimmy's death
I smothered myself
In every read on
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Strange question indeed, so
I asked one and all:
Explain to me: 'What's a plumber's ball? '
Family and friends heeded my call,
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A kiss is a sentence
it may run-on, and on, and...
stop, step off, take a breath.
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A cardinal, in full regalia,
Splashed down like the last drop of blood
From an anaemic sky.
He preened diffidently,
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Fury found in eyes that glare,
Fuming sheets that smoulder,
My clenched fist once did hold
A love, but now a soldier.
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I don't have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
I'll stay a hundred miles from Yellowstone.
If one's asthmatic in the Eifel,
You're excused from pronouncing 'P.'
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