Not Long Left Poems

i can't turn back the clock,
i can't and it hurts,
i shall never live as a child again,
and dance naked in the late autumn rain.
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Playing skinless drums
Firing blank guns
Twidling severed thumbs
Formulating numberless sums
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It's always the same.
Always after I wake
When eyes finnaly break
Away from dark unlit lanes.
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the wind whispered wintery words of morning chant,
the sky naked in blue beauty beat down upon me,
the fragile glass like grass, shattered under my heavy feat,
beside an icy clear stream i took my seat.
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Carpeted with yearned for youthful memories
These streets lead to many a lost dream.

Here we frolicked beside cracked conker shells
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On our breakfast table is your comb, curled
around its teeth your scented blonde hairs.

Upon the sink sit your teeth frozen in permenant
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The fragility of sanity:
like that of a daisy
caught up in the bellowing
breath of the sky.
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We walked into the wind
and battled against the
breath of the sky
As dust disperses when
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My Nanna was my wrinkled wonder,
she would never fully know how much
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Necking back Novocaine
until the walls wilt inwards
as droplets of sweat
reverse themselves,
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