jim hogg Poems

The ships have gone,
the tide is out,
the sky is blue.
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I must have hoped to be somewhere
at some appointed time and place
to cast a net, or set a snare
or offer up myself as prey
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A thing of endless wants, with falsity to match
I see us everywhere, our legions on the march

Talking up hypocrisy and brandishing the cross
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This is no day for jumping up and down:
the skies are in turmoil and the bitches
have wagged a pungent silence
out of minds so small their limits
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It begins like a spring begins.
and it flows, runs, cuts and weaves,
to never end until we do, and we surf,
we sail, we tumble and we babble,
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The jukebox in the corner played
To shadows sitting sipping tea
The light was low and you were there
Your collar open to the sea
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The dark green leaves twist in the wind
And bloody berries dance December
Flights of geese bank round the moon
And stars that blinded us remember
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Stillness called me here
where bitter stars are few.
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You sent me to the moon
Across a silent sea of sand
I was reaching for your hand
But you were standing on a hill
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It came upon me gradually,
a long delayed reaction to
what seemed like minor slips that night -
in winter many years ago.
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