Graham Leese Poems

I could sleep for trails
of silk in the wind
to carry us
through crystal sands with
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Selfishly stuffing; I take the
Fat, pleasure and grease-
Convert it into vomit.
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It simply doesn’t course
through my veins
power a beaten heart
prolong a broken
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Humour comes at the most
inappropriate times, like
nuns trying out love beads.
Giggles, whether sly and
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Outside’s Asgard blue, air cold and virile. Unseen ribbons
Tangle mid flight mid air, a brush by the thigh, shoulder.
Breath hangs like an explosion of sudden shadow except
It is silence, translucent, light. Motion slips, traffic just another
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When the sky went that peculiar orange-pink

Grapefruit hue I sold all I had and ever needed,
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Ironing out the creases always seems
To leave deep seated burns upon my chest;
Laying such dead to rest we let
The streetlamp glance at best.
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With eased manipulation August
is now a timeless November, the
memories are altered not as you
remember. Contrast tweaked-
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Wading through the tar-
It seems November has died
Of some kind of cancer.
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Lurking in resin shadow, floating
In skin’s cloudspace; a distant sunset
And the shimmering ocean’s grace.
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