Alexander Hawkins


Alexander Hawkins Poems

1. Sweet Air 8/23/2012
2. The Apartment Of The Afterlifers 8/23/2012
3. Speech After Long Silence 8/23/2012
4. Scenes From A Wreckage 8/23/2012
5. We Liberate We 8/23/2012
6. That They Who Follow Might Learn 8/23/2012
7. Calico Clouds 8/23/2012
8. A Bouquet Of Fleeting Flowers 8/23/2012
9. Tea With Ptolemy 8/23/2012
10. The Dreamers 8/23/2012
11. Parietal Poem 8/23/2012
12. Day Trip To A Market In Metapontum 8/23/2012
13. A Compartmented Portmanteau With Mirrors 8/23/2012
14. A Musing 8/25/2012
15. Portential 8/27/2012
16. Voracious Lull 8/28/2012
17. Botany Lobotomicide 8/28/2012
18. Giza Geezer 9/3/2012
19. Heady Stuff 9/3/2012
20. Pulsar Praxis 9/4/2012
21. Where We Go From Here 9/10/2012
22. Balance 9/11/2012
23. Knap 11/15/2012
24. The Silver Dimension 11/15/2012
25. Quality Service 12/29/2012
26. Routine Optional 1/16/2013
27. Proverbs For Families 2/7/2013
28. Eternal Pamphleteer 2/10/2013
29. The Lurch 6/23/2013
30. Seasonal Themes 6/23/2013
31. Frustration Invective 8/21/2012
32. Second Terminus 8/21/2012
33. Conspicuous In Absentia 8/21/2012
34. Elegancia 8/30/2012
35. Largest Largeness 9/2/2012
36. El Cocos Locos 8/29/2012
37. The Collared Dove 8/21/2012

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The Collared Dove

Let's take off all our clothes. It's time for shamelessness.
On nights of self-reflection, we go skinny-dipping with our self-perception.
We join the stars dancing on the water
and we emerge, red-skinned not red-faced. A collared dove coo-coo-coos

on nights of self-reflection. We go skinny-dipping with our self-perception
just to get away from the great greyness of being,
and we emerge red-skinned, not red-faced. A collared dove coo-coo-coos,
a sudden vivacity that jolts the unshy air. Is the thought of escapism

(just to get away from the great greyness of ...

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Second Terminus

There are legends of legionary squalid scoopers
fishing out dirty coppers from a silvery font
after an uncommunicative visit to the community centre,
where they draw the line between dole queue and pig trough.

If you ever want to have a decent chance at that election
please work hard on that frustrated inflection.
You should ditch that funny little pickelhaube
And hurry up and find all your old deutschmarks.

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