Pam Brown Poems

with oxygen,
it’s the cylinders.
with collage,
the bit
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these cold, known objects
are not very likeable –
aluminium frames
& curved glass with optical tricks –
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no one
on the corner
here
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oppspinn,
I think that’s
Finnish for ‘made up’
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what's graspable
on the starless night
of the blackout
as the gleaming cars
...

sliding along
before vanishing
they keep
the lights on
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immaculate facades
will crumble

the ludicrous pageant
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I’m leaning
on a pillar
under a high
squinch arch,
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leaving nature’s
barbarism (spider
in a glove) behind
me I enter my
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heavenly shades of night
are falling it's twilight time,
thinking outside the tick box
on the last day of the past,
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