Alex London Poems

Just hours before, the mountain had stood
An age old man in a crisp white hood,
Gazing at water that lay by his feet,
The lazuli lapping, not ceasing to beat.
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Hands forced together,
vicelike. Forever
Your Breath pours from flowery lips and, in frosty tendrils
That twist and turn through the coral air, fall in glacial rills.
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The rumble and grumble
As, from beneath me, he would tumble
And I would see his eyes gleaming,
Look at his tennis ball, dreaming,
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The gauzy light of sun descends,
Space bids you rise and frame the void
As shadow arms of branching ends
Cascade through glass, their spirits buoyed.
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You can sit in your boat of ice
on the warm flow and watch the
Whittling sink in.
Tomorrow will certainly kill you like
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