Alexander Hawkins Poems
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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 ...
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.