Mark Heathcote Poems

Out the mouth of the sun
Shone a white cloud
That condensed black and fell.
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Side of the spilling over milkwort seed
Is a rock full of anger and greed?
He once was envious as can be
Seething at your little blue force
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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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