Mark Heathcote Poems

Garner-up the ashtray dimps
And wash it all down…
With the hair of the dog, again...
So you’re in the dumps.
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Incantations longing for a spell
Waiting for her to show her face
But somewhere deep down inside
She still hides feelings lost half safe.
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These ghosts haunting my body,
I've asked them all to leave.
They've all but decided to stop,
all but one, that one is me.
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And wash it all down
With the hair of the dog, again
So you're in the dumps.
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Lick-ity split
Coat me in kisses, honey, from head to toe
Drizzle over me some loving from your tongue
Oh warm hot or cold as long as I'm not alone
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Hiding in despair
I haven’t got a care
Hiding in despair
I’m hoisting up my beehive hair...
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A rainbow to cross
A moonflower to pick
Like a spring sprig of camellias.
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The gardener knows he must tend his garden,
at times plans ahead at times must be ruthless
Or else weeds play havoc in their fountains.
Otherwise, ivy shall climb, spitefully heinous…
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Sin is a song of sorrow
The more you sing for hope
The more you sing, ergo
The more sun you'll borrow
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The cat recluse is coming out to play
Pawing cotton balls, once more they say
Let her ravage your soul
She's leaving her bolthole
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