Jim Young Poems

So young, walking out on summer hand in hand.
Our newness overcome as our fingers entwine,
in a besideness pinked in dress and eyes,
we float beneath the dappled surface.
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Immortality in Words
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Where are the words of immortality?
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Around the girth of the earth
flung star-wards, darkling day,
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Dewey eyed o'er the do wop bop,
and the big bad boom.
Taught me beauty,
all nightly.
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The North wind's dirty duster
smears a bilious brassy sun,
waning any meager warmth,
on this sallow porridge day.
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The ghost of a boy longing to play,
turns his face to me.
Fixes me with pleading eyes.
'Come back, please come back.
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Ticketless fans plat the platypus.
In the deconsecrated church 
the cat wipes her feet.
Pause!
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Sisters howl to the pulsating walls,
Arms sky-wide clap hands pleading,
White fingers entwine pain with pain. For
Little Leslie has run away to sea!
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Small fingers on the window ledge,
His tip toe chin levers him up to
Cold nose the misty bottom panes.
Eyes transfixed.
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The tapestry has been darned,
Dross threadbare gold.
The scene can be seen - just,
But it looks so old and so cold.
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