Alexander Downie Poems

Take cracked white powder, blend it with cracked rouge,
hide the hard lines of age that map your hard pink skin.
Shave your legs slowly, from long ankle, to long thigh,
ignore the lying veins, skipping around the mirror of truth.
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Have you ever captured a pretty, sweet, fluttering butterfly,
watched frantic wings battered against sleeket clear walls?
Have you ever pierced holes in a white steel lid, so that beauty can survive?
Can you imagine its desire to be set free and to deflower beautiful plants?
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My agenda is never to lie
My agenda is never to cheat
My agenda is never to take more than I give
My agenda is is never to hurt
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Stand freaking still, I can't land that last fatal body blow
you keep out manoeuvring me, as fast as I throw.
you absorb my most powerful punches as if I was an ant,
if I stand still and scream at the wall your stoic to my rant.
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Paint a new day with bold brash strokes and banish blues.
Scream in brilliant yellows and make your own daily news.
Clash purples and orange and Jasmine is no longer green.
Swatch golds and silver and blend brutal acts that have been.
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At the heart of the matter lays bitter broken dreams,
soiled memories of a brutal past of what has and has not been.
Head down on gravel streets without thrown rocks, insults or rain,
pastel strokes of lost composure, drowned in the wildest waves of pain.
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Twenty chances to says stop
To say I will help make you whole again
To remember 32 years of love
To forgive, yourself and me
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I was not there as you talked around me,
discussing the drugs you want to give and cures.
You talked in circles, whispers and harsh glances,
not understanding those evil circles destroyed my soul.
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'Come home' something I want with all my heavy heart,
to live a happy life with real friends, make a scar free start.
Though this not a thing at the monument I can lightly do,
a thousand heavy anchors drag me down and my vision skew.
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Give me that I said, 'it will make you sick',
she snarled and showed me her bloody teeth.
'Please, it is not you that has to clean up s+++',
a canine eye glared and she growled another bit.
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