Mark Heathcote Poems

Sorry, it's been nice, but with an ordinance of grace
This narcosis of smoke & mirrors is over
It's been a false high, an opiate-manufactured dream of lust.
A drug you've decided we must each still believe in
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Beneath a hot prairie sun
knelt a dying man,
sowing and picking seeds - chains of liberty.
When he closes his eyes,
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"Honey"
I am hot chocolate
A palpitating desire
Like the suns hot kisses
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Afrikaner, Caribbean
You're a shepherd of the land
You make the mighty lion meek
Now he's shivering at your feet
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Oh, eternity
I don't want to wear
You're worn out shoes
I just want to toil
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Choirs in the night wake me
Like twinkling leaves in the rain
Somehow the wind must take me
Carry me back here dreaming—again.
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An hour of your time
Don't make it a crime
If you say you'll be mine
Somewhere deep inside
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Anecdotal love, you're writing a new chapter
a new-phase a time & a place,
my heart's blood wants to race,
without any trace, an ordinance of grace.
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Let us breathe Abdullah underwater.
Coexisting on one last mermaid's breath
does she alone push stars into moraines
there they'll fizz ultimately to their death.
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I see your smile
But your ashes are in the cabinet
And I couldn't feel anymore bluer
Then if I were a candle giving up the fight
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