Jean Bernard Parr Poems

I worked out the odds
getting into a fight
mostly it was crafted
stage managed, if you will
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The cat sits on the garden wall
and slowly licks his paw
there are things rusting in the garden,
some to do with ships.
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you got a smack
the minute you were born
there was a lot of hooha,
screaming
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blue hued world
an apology
for crude extraction
you're in the
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this sun,
this high ball of yellow
soon to stoop, but for now
it's the bladed cliff that's
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I study her jars stacked on shelves
in the plaster peeling downstairs loo
(space is at a premium in our house)
papyrus labels gone archaeological
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I no longer am
in the world
I'm really out of it all
I don't know the rules
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It starts with school railings
That's where fear starts
Not with nailing to a metier cross
Beware, my child, upward straining spears,
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They were slow moving
waters I waded in
when I was young
a long time
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I have to see it
the way someone
from Mars would see it
that means
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