MARINA GIPPS Poems

Ditches. I dig them
to find dust in eyelids.
Minute worlds we breathe,
there is no other way to touch the soul
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Look at the rain, said Shorty,
clean our houses.
O what a rain! said Sam,
my watchhands will not work today,
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Like a cancer it grows
until it loves you
like no other.
You wear black all the time,
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Bizarre consequence to be absolved
of you, ditchdigger, epitaph author,
chainsmoking jesus,
the guise of a woolen lamb.
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If a joke flows then don't stop it with a levee.
Don't fire Him for picking out his best boots
during an 'awesome, meticular' storm.
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Ever wish to return,
to see them again,
leave them a kiss,
saying don't change?
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The words spill from letters
signed, dated, strewn across a ground
where only silence speaks
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A black cat just crossed our path.
I am not afraid,
though on a dark road
it is strange company
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The burlap dress I once wore
carried potatoes.
And this day I had worn it for the church.
A special mass- the Irish priest
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Dead girls in dorm rooms,
their lover unknown.

Here I think back
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