Steven Webster Poems

Holy Moses
Centre me
In bearded prophet's
Gravity
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Let's peer into the junkie
Hook a receiver to his brain
Not some feeble flop house flunky
Someone addicted to the pain
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Open up my head again and
See it on the evening news
Hinckley shot that president
In a pair of Nike running shoes
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Seems to me I'm wading into waters
Once un-traveled
Don't know why
Down a long and ancient river
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At home on the edge of a distant highway
The stars fill my windows for eyes
Imagination here beside me
I'm not alone
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Together we chase the sun
Through pools of din
And the half-light of our awakening
Of our wanting;
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Sitting on a pauper's bench
Last Sunday afternoon
I can never get to heaven
If the cuckold crows too soon
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Shhhh. Can you hear it?

Spinning all around us
Regaling and astounding thus
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Early morning
Cup of coffee
Peeling back the rind
I see faces
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Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
It'll all be clear
In the morning
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