Jerry Buckley Poems

One long stemmed rose should indicate indifference
toward these my joys in you discovered.
No valentine's dozen, nor floral arrangement,
disposed to complement one another.
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Knock-knock. Who's there?
Anyone I know behind that stare.
Knock-knock. Well then?
Still the same as it's ever been?
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I'll whittle a heart out of ivory,
nearly pure as driven flake.
Latch it on shimmering serpentine,
slipped around your dainty neck.
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Staged in horizontal rows: linear like so many Bradford pear trees
Beaming out at us from the 'Society' section of the Sunday newspaper
Complete with full frontal smiles of idealism grafted onto ignorance
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Shrouded behind a pale and gloaming light
This fair evening has lost its appetite
But it's too lovely out to go inside
I'd much rather sit here alone and hide
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My shadow hitch-hikes on ahead of me
on timid tippy-toes toward tomorrow.
As daylight dissapates beside the lee
so then settles sentiment's sad sorrow.
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Ghostly sound, this sucking, this swirling
Such a hissing slow refrain
This filthy oil-skimmed scumb encircling
Slurping through my bathtub drain
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Abide with my echo
Now my voice has gone quiet
Prospect for my shadow
While you still have the light
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Whenever you've the need to vanquish a frown
or need something special to adorn your castle;
Just drive yourself over to a spot in midtown,
where there is never any hint of a hassle.
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It seems to me, it skip a generation
As it leapfrogs towards some salient separation
She harbors few affinities for purebred prototypes
Just as soon create us ugly, and then listen to our gripes
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