John Tansey Poems

With the boy’s room, draped in white sheets
This whole year, like a cocoon, preserved, in amber,
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Evening sets with self-delusion
stirring the synapses
with a steaming
cup of coffee.
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They said, 'I have Cancer'.

Just then, a hundred and one birds,
circled around, back upon me,
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You,
Aries, born of flame
and forged in fire.
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Heading home, toward the sun;
its long drawn-in breath of twilight,
sucking the last gasps of birds
toward its mouth,
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I

Eyes aglaze in the morning rush,
suspended in thought, I stare
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With fifteen hundred dollars
And a token,
I threw the dice, pushed a broken car
And took a ride
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It is just a single tear.
All that my manhood can muster.
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But for the tick tock
Of a wall clock
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