Leslie Philibert Poems

Struck down like a bludgeoned horse
Unpacked like a Christmas pullover,
A carper chewer, small motor
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Ringing cold. Nameless stars.

A coastal trawler
With a ballast of dead souls
Shaken into the waves.
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Light from the page; this bleached wood
Reflects; the cornea bends the wisdom, the
Iris breathes each syllable and the retina
Sees all. Each phrase runs down the optic nerve
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You should stay
to see
a harbour full of seagulls
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We stare holes
in the dark air;
we are all together
but far apart,
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An unexplained fragment; a ship`s finger
breaks through the crust of wet sand,
alive with the last push of tide, salt
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North.
The moon cold as an olive.
Hard as a skinned thrush.
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As if a train cut me in half;
And as I bleed the back of my head moves
Into my sight; God the bully
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Ostfront.
Das Vergissmeinnicht.
Smoke thick as oil.
The Moon hard as glass.
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Blond hair mixed with a brazen scarf
Long black leather coat; you?
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