Leslie Philibert Poems

A talking head
that shuts out light
as big as a black moon falling.
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If I scrape your skin I find
patina under my fingernails.
Being blind, I panic in your cupboard of
clothes, they smell sick-sweet
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A spastic dance
on tarmac
finishes the show,
bits fall off,
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All in all ten; home and work; with five foreigners
just hanging about for no purpose. One called
Trelock for a bike I lost years ago. One with a green
plastic ring that opens my office. Then a key ring with
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Stiff and cold as a whale`s skin,
full of space and thin air,
edges and corners beyond stone,
moon windows and cold-fire brass,
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Winter has killed Autumn
with frost, the old slaves
hide the trees, they cough out ice
and fill the ways with hardness.
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Snake earthed and feathered
my chest full of curved fish bones
and a departing heart.
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Let me be a casement
that you open when
you look out of a window or
a sill full of warm moss
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Fogs of ghosts carry souls in buckets.
With steps in dance and many hands

they polish your armour and
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Sleeping under waves
with open eyes as night
as sand as black, eaters
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