Jerry Pike

A late bird, your song flutters, heart to heart.
I see notes hanging from telephone wires,
then falling softly into the deep grass.
And I lay there, staring out of this world,
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The Guns Of Navarone,
never sounded so good,
blamming off walls,
cutting up that sacred ground,
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And I will whisper in your ear,
most any wish you’d like to hear,
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Come stand here, by the Peachey stone, atop this screaming hill,
enchant yourself in memories, imbibe yourself in thrill,
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The map to small escapes seems too folded, too tightly folded.
I prise a blunt pleat, see a green road, a blue curling streak,
more green, then a mile of coast.
Those old Hessian maps,
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I think I am close,
but I am far away,
not miles,
but mental continents.
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He buys the weekly cake,

slices, and shelves it in the lonely fridge.
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A Life In The Day

Up before the pride sets in, darkness crawls and twists,
devils of the mind erupt, bind you by the wrists.
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I cried the stars that lit no sky
I poured my heart like sand
I watched from balconies of hope
as smiles seeped through my hand
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Don't fall in love with no one
for no one hurts like hell,
their touch is nonexistent
their aura blind as well.
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The seagulls caught me,
counting my curses
like a dead man,
talking in mental replies
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He meant to say a thank you, but forgot,
one small neglect of duty sparsely fell,
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A month from now, slow roads will heave,
under bulging holiday tyres,
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Half covering your face,
you approach,
shamelessly ashamed.
Thin, pale by moon, with loose blonde curls.
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Nutter

I wonder just what happened to that strange kid at our school,
the one whose voice had never cracked, the one who played the fool.
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Snow is on the rise boys,
Falling down again,
Dark’s the blood of politics,
Sprayed around the Bren.
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There’s a little square box
at the foot of the tree,
with a gold shiny wrap and a bow,
and it sits every year,
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Passed Away

And all that was are gone and passed away,
corruption dealt its hand and played to win,
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Are you happy with it?
I asked the smiling man,
his head nodding, so fast,
I could not catch his
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His head was shaking wildly
like a nodding dog set free,
but as I passed the bus stop,
I could see his MP3.
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