Sean Joyce Poems

No, I made no application
I have only just arrived.
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(1972. I am the Night Porter. A note
tells me - The man in room seven is
Greek. His name is Mikis Theodorakis,
but I you must call him Mr Wilson as
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Too young to work
I sat by the window and waited
while the clock ticked.
I looked to the road
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I will not write an enigmatic poem
to annoy the casual reader
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(This beautiful piece on the Measurements
of Rhode Island Reds has been copied
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How sweet it is to meet the bright new day
and face the challenge of its shape and way

To feel the morning Sun upon your face
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That frigging box
it has us nearly damned
clamouring for attention
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just now
the sun came out
the happiness fell on the trees
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Occupied for five years
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That frigging box
it has us nearly damned
clamouring for attention
stealing all our time
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