mark littler Poems

Starting to cry in the street,
a young woman waiting,
cold wind upon bare legs
too much ink in the eyes and lips.
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Something in the nude
Something in confession
Sky watching
Fire watching
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I blank circle the world
Blue out the ocean

Rise higher than the sun
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Flat on a sphere of pure fluid crystal
A sequence of days
Flat rising
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Helen needs no costume
She swims across to cold acres
To hit the dead
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Off the road
A walk in the park
Anti city of natures primary roar
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Queen enough for you
Not quite an era, an epoch
All one in decades
Age ridden monument
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Trees hide temple and given altar
Bride my foolish brother, my foolish sister
Merlin and his queen lady
she says thy spells
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I live out the past
A sleeping engine in a shocked blank room

Older than saxons
Older than jutes
Older than older!
The land gives back
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And the city changes places
Box to box
Steel to straighten
Glass to bubble cold
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