David Archer Poems

As the television played to an empty room
we fell apart in the kitchen;
cups of untouched,
unsuguared conversation
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The moon jealous of your smile
clouds the stars and shines
that only she may hold my gaze
as a slow wave of regret
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Akin a cageless mockingbird
after she bathes she sings
to a room full of reminders
where our horizon met its end and
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We say
the most
with our
mouth shut;
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Shin deep in the North Sea
far from the arms of the beach warm
towels and your smile,
I stood skimming stones at Norway
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Between the ordinary and the ornate
in an unloved, lidless tin box
countless, fading, tired and clichéd cards
untroubled his passing thumb until
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From the corner of the room
where even the shadows hide from themselves,
along with the remains of the day
and everything worth saying, I stand
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As new disciples gather
to proffer idyllic adoration
and marvel at the neck of the virgin swan,
be mindful of those that bring nothing to the table
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Come back to me,
before we fell apart on opposite sides of the same silence;
crowd the room with conversation
and drape a blanket of dreams over tomorrow in a show of strength
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The touch of my own hand draws weary,
long gone the soft skin of another
that would in street or field squeeze
between my ungloved fingers
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