Brian Routh Poems

It is time to move amongst the bushes
to isolate the rooms
close up the gaps
out from the lapse.
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In every dream there you are.
From every corner your eyes seek mine.
Our hearts beating as one.
The waves of passion running through us.
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Hilda was blue
Betty was two
Jenny was red
Clare was dead
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Jack the hack, a writer
worked as a waiter
he used to be a fighter
he used to be a hater
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You put your left brain in,
Your right brain out,
In out-in out,
You shake 'em all about,
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The wind blows
Across my face
My shadow moves
From place to place
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As we walk hand in hand through the fields of yellow corn
Our voices singing with the innocence of childhood.
We talk of castles and grand things.
The wind carries our words to the clouds.
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Strangled in my youth
gulped shut
silent nerves shaking
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don't go back to sleep
don't go back to bed
don't sleep on your feet
don't close up your head
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There was a girl
in New York City
Whose flashing form
was light and pretty
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