Frank Wright Poems

To live is to know

words, colours and incidents.

Sometimes words shrivel,

like tsammas cut off in the desert and abandoned,
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I Wanted To Be A Hard Rock Dude
From beyond the vacant spot
of burnt umber shadows,
the old man through yellow ochre and metal teeth
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Stress
In the still of the night
One turns into a rubber band
Utterly streched,
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Sad song

There's a diesel-train a-running
Through the song on the radio.
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The Burning Belt Frank Wright
Was it loneliness
Or was it fear:
That aching pressure
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Immortality?

A star is beautiful and bright, from afar -
So beautiful is he
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