Mark Heathcote Poems

Strong and cruel
Keep me mean
I'm leaving school
It's time to fight for freedom
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It's a cardinal sin not to fall in love
To cower in fear is a sin
Oh never to begin, by way of
The warmth of a little cooing dove.
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Like cold wet laundry,
With nowhere to hang out
Or go to stop, crying…
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Love is a lake
It can stagnate
If it doesn't move
Reflect back on you
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Rain clouds heavy wait
But today it won't rain.
The tail of the wind stings
And never will it refrain.
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I feel I'm amidst a pollen lily wave
Heady with trembling allusions touching
Me in a darkened bed chamber reaching
Beneath satin bed sheets, it awakens me.
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As moonlight curdles with the street light
eyelids bat like they wanted some of that.
She fills her lungs and drains his red blood cells
what a calling this is by the privets roadside.
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A fallen petal spoons
as a spider weaves his house
quiet as a mouse
a lilies throat gulps in her tongue-
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There was a portly rounded innkeeper
Drank rum and boy was he a drinker
He poured and drank
The guy really stank
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From those far off regions of japan
A man who cooked in a bedpan
Sold noodles by the oodles
To infantry and generals
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