Michael Sharkey Poems

Wet stuff that hangs around funerals,
falls on confetti,
makes face-masks go crooked,
reveals children's fears: tears
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All the bright boys turned to dull men
In my time. I watched them, turning
Into things they were not once but might
Have been. Time did not change: I saw
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How do we know Eve and Adam were happy,
deprived, as they were, of a childhood?

Eve never knew, unlike Adam, a world
that was free of the chatter of others.'
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In the real world
lovers part at morning with a kiss
and look back longingly
before they pass from sight.
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A man began to eat his order of fish, and the ghost of the fish arose and spoke. Forgive me, it said, please hear me. I died in despair,
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In each photograph I see
what captured me
when I first looked at you
and saw
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Look, he said,
I've been writing stuff for the past four years
& I've done about six hundred poems
& all I can manage is get them in the local
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The beautiful girl on the bus
wears a jacket that comes from a sheep
that was raised on a farm
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When it came through the door
I knew what it was.

'I'll have that,' it said,
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When I was twelve the undertaker came up
from the corner: 'Something special, come and see.'

The corpse was Italian,
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