Mark Heathcote Poems

You've shuffled men like a deck of marked cards
But please, choose your hand more wisely, very carefully,
Cos whatever cards you hold onto this tightly, they'll never be right.
Look, peep, trust me, I'll never hurt you so have some faith,
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Sitting here in the casement window of my soul
In two minds 'dancing in a theatre of dreams'
'Yellow on purple', I dream of you
Ah the Himalayas was cumulated in such a conflict
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My heart fossils alive…
Like an empty conch shell
It'll sing in this world or the next
Before it rots or burns in the bowels of hell.
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Every lover has a contour you just can't-touch
musical notes that echo, far away inasmuch-
it's like trying to contain a rain clouds image.
As it swings north then south across the coast.
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Everything, that's done or not done—
Has a knock-on-effect…
It's like stepping-on snails, during the night.
'Oh, so I'm a little abject - melancholic.
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Her body was like a coffee pot
tepid yet just enough caffeine
to keep me from sleeping,
or turning - irritably mean.
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Love is obedient
Love is subservient
think, do! How our white water lily
hitherto looks, days have gone by when;
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Destination unknown, seated in a glass bus shelter,
where opposites amalgamate and become whole,
merging one into another like sister and brother;
bumper to bumper,
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The wind is a petulant child.
Throw it some petals,
and it will dance in spirals
and make confetti out of flowers.
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The glances of the bees
Have me dancing in my leaves.
Have my petals fall to the floor.
Discarded embers wanton for more.
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