Ray Mather Poems

Our love has become a pot plant
We water once a week
Kept out of direct sunlight
Draught-free, contained and meek
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People standing at graves
See their own reflections
In the epitaphs
Salute the dead
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William!
Willie! !
Hey, Will! Stand still!
Why don’t you do as you’re told?
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Words
Words
Can mean so much
Yet so very little
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Someone I know
Dislikes me, think,
Presses me hard
For “Just one more drink...”
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Who’s a little beauty, then?
Cootchie! Cootchie! Coo!
Doesn’t she hold her head up well?
And doesn’t she look like you?
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And so we talked of this and that,
Of oven grease and cooking fat
And who spilt what upon the mat
And left that stain.
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Newborn baby steaming;
Brought suddenly to life,
He enters screaming.
Toddler, starts to walk,
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Olders all think they know me
Take one look an’ wanna judge me
Think cause of my dress code
I’m a badass G on the wrong road
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I’m no good at speaking
I don’t know when to stop
I know what I want to say
But can’t let the matter drop
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