Marshall E Gass Poems

Tyres and fires burning
circles of rubber
Rolled down black tongued roads
Heading to city centre
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Between the coming of day
and the resting of night
lies life to take control
and grow within
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Behind the gate that pretended to be locked
lurked in the half shut window
a sage
solitude soaked and driven by impulse
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There is no one to take your call at this time
Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
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The years are numbered on the measurements
at your waist like a palm tree with rings
the tyres driving nowhere sane
but hugging you firmly round and round
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There is a stillness
unexplainable stillness
precisely at the moment when reading through
all these poems. Flitting from one to another
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Between bullets and policy planks
between boundary lines and front lines
between to's and fro's and diplomatic tussles
pin-pong, ding- dong, right-wrong or otherwise
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Whatever it is
that you have in you
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the church bells peeled a rhythmic ringing
tinnitus
sending us listeners racing back
into a guilty crime like daze.
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Hidden within the dense leaves and knotted lovers of trees
And roots and sly creatures lurking in the shadows of
an untidy mind-there reigns reason to seek,
satisfy all cravings for a life unblemished
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