Mark E Webster
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How much do you bend and wane,
Change from you to you or
Stay the same?
The same mass of molecules, no.
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I can't believe you're leaving me
Don't know why you have to go
Sun's falling down to the west of me
Moon's got that soft solemn glow
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Are you looking at me?
Are you looking at me?
Are you seeing me?
For who I am or what I am?
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Rickety from this bed I rise;
Cataracts and fear fall from my eyes,
As I, now loose limbed, ease myself into the world.
Vistas of finite possibility unfurl
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In spirit slick oil ooze we float
And sink in womb hot blood bathing.
Wrapped in sunshine velvet coat
Twixt silken thread sheets dreaming.
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Underground
We sit cheek by jowl in our anxious isolation
Tubing through the worm holes
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You are too beautiful for me.
I ache at the sight of you.
I groan at the thought of you.
I quake
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The paper shortage of '52
Had everything to do
With the rise in popularity
Of tattooed body poetry.
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Casting my eyes on a stormy sea
Wondering what will becalm me
When amongst the spume and the rage I see
A figure fighting to set itself free
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Aspiration and success
Could not motivate me less
As if in life I have to move,
To want, to hope, to build, to prove
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Petals on the water,
Puja to the Gods of fear.
Lambs to the slaughter
Have come so far yet draw not near.
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Dog Days
Dog days of summer conjure endings,
Counting down the longer nights, balmy things to do.
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This is Not Art
Paint pictures of the future
Using colours of the past
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Sometimes
Sometimes
A ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams.
Sometimes when I'm too far away from you.
when I'm uptight, can't think right then I might
stare out the window and try to focus on the real.
Stuff you can hold in your hand.
The light refracting off the wheel, turning,
the too huge and marvellous to question,
unfurling
before me.
I try to look beyond the glass, beyond the gloss and facade of good intentions,
beyond the sky-light sky and constellations
to something I can know.
And when looking out and through and beyond, when turning inward,
back, behind.
Searching to find
the real, the stuff you can feel. Trying to simply 'be'
while all around me
clutches, grasps, ages, deranges,
Swings me low
and lifts me high.
Sometimes too high
to see,
too far away from you.
Sometimes I need you
to touch, to kiss,
to feel the real you,
to fight, to stew,
to make up and come together again and again.
In one body, single form
or in all that's everywhere,
that holds you up and keeps you on the ground?
That bit of him, that bit of her,
that smile flicking across the screen,
dandelion clocks,
the sun on your forearm,
a ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams.
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