Louis Payne Poems

I couldn't come to visit you,
After we followed up behind you,
And the four men carrying;
They really had no right to.
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Let us set off through the gates with pace,
Running at fields like joyous kids;
Then returning, telling lies to parents
About how lost we were in a world lost of trace
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This heavy shaded room,
Your rattle of difficult breaths;
I had to go out
And come back in correct,
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Having you gone,
Gathered up and leaving,
I watch you go trampling
The trodden track.
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What do wars do, really,
Except fill coffins
And long strong black cars.
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My poems; all of them look wrong on paper.
Badly fitted, they are at best
Home to oversized suits.
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Coming back through the road
I use to turn off full beams
And headlights full of you,
You are here again
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Because I never knew what to say
After you got tired of speaking,
I left after five years of marriage
And no response.
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I marvel at how attentive you are,
With your little ballerina feet kicking
As the movie flicks and the real rolls.
Your mouth catching flies; coke stained,
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