jim hogg Poems

He's here to sing his latest song;
it's all about an afternoon
I never heard him talk about,
when uncle Rab went through the ice
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I stood and watched them walk away
remembering the shapes and sparks
reflected in the well one night
their faces blank and rippling slow
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I walk the dog, the dog walks me
within this finely jazzed up fog
I faded out of gradually
in to some kind of calling from
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The old obsessions still persist
the rats are in the walls on stilts
our precious water's boiled away
behind the veils there's only veils
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I had this dream of us on stairs
with waltzing dancers all in rows
and all around us not a trace
of anything that we could hold
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Our brother's in the river,
and he's swimming up the falls,
while Solomon's out dancing
in the arms of Russian Dolls;
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If I was a Hen and lived in a house
I'd marry a Magpie and feed it on clouds

If I was a Fox and lived on the block
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Oh scamps from trees and water worlds
your long division sons are here
we've crept and swerved and drove the front
or so we think, but here we are
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An instant levitation
fixed you stylish in the air,
over the troubling crunch,
and into the clicks that blurred us:
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The streetlights died before we slept.
Occasional cars would spray their light
to chase the palings round the walls;
a grey and white-ish pattern play;
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