Alistair Graham Poems

If during the evening your mood
Dramatically changes you should
Consider your company
Abandon it bluntly
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Have you ever thought how you vote
By colour of flag therefore coat
Or simply religion
I pity your children
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I flick through
a carpet pile
of envelopes, bills
paper, poetry
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I

All right jack
what’s the crack
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Where to bloody hell are ya?
I wouldn’t rake ya
Fetch the eggs
from the backside of the hen
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I heard a hell of a knock on the door
I lifted my head, I heard it once more
A dreadful noise, a please let me in knock
A for heaven's sake, don't leave me here knock
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If life was as simple
As ABC
I would climb on
My bicycle,
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Alan in a spill
in Lavery’s
after performance
poetry in golden thread; red
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The bedside table is straining
Under books that sit remaining
To be written or read
All before he is dead
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It’s the same old story
with a modern twist;
people crunched
in a credit contraption
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