Adrian Cox Poems

Hands swing around
a circle of numbers
till they reach out
both of them,
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Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
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Can you imagine
my tease so nice,
sweet with sugar
full of spice.
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Hanged from the gallows
of creative writing.
Swinging from the gibbet
of sentence construction.
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'Mirror, mirror off the wall
how did you come to dropp and fall?

With silver slithers of pointed glass
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Beneath gas lamps
black night skies
to eary sounds
of distant cries.
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She had so much potential it sometimes got her down,
she didn’t like her work but it got her into town.

It really was a problem but she chose to ignore it,
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From the optics
of her trancendent mind
he pours himself
a sociable measure, and
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On a black and white pedestrian crossing
holding up the traffic
with a skateboard under one arm,
he frantically picks dropped coins
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Take on board the game is over.
Your mind frequents
a deep and thoughtful checkmate.
A poignant move from the queen
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