Gene Starwind

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The night is black and cold and streetlamps in rows
The highways abandoned for whiskey and wine
The world is so empty it could almost be mine
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Hunched to the side, and taking her child's reaching hand
A mother in wintery clothing
The blue of her jacket and the furs `round her neck,
I notice them off in the distance
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I find myself deep in a sandy trench
Peeking o'er the top and I've found a lovely sight
A seaside at night and stretching for miles!
Ruined castles on distant knolls, an infinte coast,
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I dreamt last night of some northern land
Of a winter there!
A little old cabin and no others for miles
The chimney sending smoke into a flat white sky
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When I was a child, and my Father would drive
The road signs were green, and always pointing north
North to some place I'd never been
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Poking and picking at yellowing teeth
Sharpening formidable nails - obsessively
His table strewn with odds and ends
His keys and his phone, things from his home
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I've waited so patiently for its crispy edges
Octobers lines of frosted hedges, it's fallen piles of berries and twigs
It's beautiful dying things
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The Best Poem Of Gene Starwind

A New Years Eve

The night is black and cold and streetlamps in rows
The highways abandoned for whiskey and wine
The world is so empty it could almost be mine

The sting of sulfur hangs in the air, the scented mists of firework smoke,
the muted booms of distant celebrations..

Under the white moon, the boardwalk frost glittering like granite
Thousands of stars at my feet!
A trio of empty picnic tables, and each with a flag
The laboured flaps of the heavy fabric, loud in the night
Echoing out into silent miles -

Through a window I spy, a family of five
All sitting down to a dinner
Raising their glasses and toasting together, the last of December
To yet another year they'll remember!

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