Peter Vealey Poems

People talking about
Work, timetables
Self-importance.
Driven derivatives,
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You went a long time
Before you left
I never knew you.
You pretended you owned me.
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There's a low winter's moon
Just above the tree line.
There's a low winter'smoon
Just over the horizon.
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All his money,
Goes on
Coal and Booze.
Coal and Booze.
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I see and feel my new lover,
Glowing, growing, lustful,
Foraging, smiling, tempting.
A new day in
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White ringed shoes, scuffed n' broken.
Telephone farces.
Find five pence, lose fifteen on,
A crossed line.
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Back home,
If anywhere is home.
Looked at roads,
Walked down long, long ago.
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Seems like this is forever,
It ain't
Loving my woman
All day long,
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Rebellion.
A cup of sugary rebellion.
Lies slippery on the floor,
Of democracy denied.
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The sun was up.
I am coming after you!
Yeh!
I'm the Purger.
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