Alistair Graham Poems
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That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes
collect the stinking garments, bring them to the fire
scramble over the self-erected barricades
begin the journey to the land that bears fruit
The scales and blinkers will spring away
and down, like giant hale stones descending
onto a drum, stretched with lambskin.
Skin, bloodied and scarred by searing juices on lit coals -
a sour breath from mouths sucking on vinegar sponges -
a congregation of Protestant and Catholic ...
Little Brain Pieces
I decide the world's crazy
as I stare at my feet
I open the curtains
to look out on the street
I switch on the reading lamp
get paper and pen
I sit in my boxers
on the sofa again