Mark Heathcote Poems

I've given up running because Death is a friend
I'm still waiting to meet between each breath
Sure, at intervals with pliers, he can pull out my teeth.
But know that I'm still grinning anyway when I fall
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I have a mind that doesn't contain any facts
I have a mind that-romanticizes-how-long love can last.
I have a mind that-doesn't-believe in autumn leaves
And believes spring lives on eternal, everlasting long
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Always while being discarded.
We are miscellaneous maladies of madness-
Sporadically ripped apart
Piecing together unspoken words and feelings of sadness.
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If I could pluck but one star
from this boundless universe
It'd be, undoubtedly-you.
Multiple paths roads might coerce
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Let me climb a mountain
and access a vaulted blue sky
I don't mind if I die here
as long as I am scouting
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pick me sunflowers
to fill a vase of water
ocean sunrise
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pink blooms go-hither
I've no mind staying today
eat all but the stone
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boots thick with mud
gundog embraces its freedom
a brace of rabbits
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tent pegs fixed
mosquito net hung above
-swan song of love
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hailstone in July
sound of nails on a tin roof
bin collection day
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