M.L. Emmett Poems

Every velvet night
the shadow of death
slips through the blinds
and curtains into our bedroom
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Each time I turn on my computer
Password - Accept
Open windows - click
Programs - click - to
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Harsh wind screaming
moaning
with the crisp bite of Autumn night
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In Neverland, never to grow old
never to marry that sweetheart
never to have children and grandchildren
nor watch hair thin and grey.
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When the spring mornings unfolds
sheets and pillowcases
sail in circles round the garden
shirts are hulk muscled
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He weaves slowly between the tables
at Buongiorno's

stooping over each diner's ear
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almost
at breaking point

almost
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We go to the bar for daiquiris
hot summer coloured
in a sugar rimmed glass
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When Leningrad went retrograd
and resurrected saintly
the dancing bears came back
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Gaza is a place
that looks
like places look
when there is no-one
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