jim hogg Poems

I took your picture long ago
On the west shore of loch Lomond
One summer's day beneath a tree
When you were only twenty three
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A dirty old wall ran back and forth
across our little games, but
thoughts of freedom stirred
nothing in us then.
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I must photograph your gums
I’m sure I heard him say,
with a hundred million pixels
of the latest insight into
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See the juggler on the high street
(he has wings, had electrons for his lunch)
without effort, without thought,
in the patterns practice forged
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Sad penguin stands and stares at the goats
Thinks language
is getting to be a problem
Somebody, somebody, somebody
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Where will they find us
when we're gone?
Beneath the stones
we're carved upon
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It's been a while since you were seen
On Sydney High Street, in your jeans
An old guitar hung round your neck
Your fingers dancing on the frets
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Stillness called me
to this lochside
here where bitter stars are few
senses sharpen
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The road of destiny is long
and on that road a noisy throng
determined me to make a move,
to up my sticks and choose a groove
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I thought sometimes that he was gone,
and lost for good beneath the sod,
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