douglas lewis Poems

Screaming in colours
Like a midway mad
The garden is my fair.
The clowning blooms
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I wade through shadows
That drift on the ground.
My body flutters in the light.
I am flashing to pieces.
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I ran solo today
Under a mould-like sky
In greyish stale,
No running to catch
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I am walking
On a river of ice.
It glows red
From the setting sun.
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It is raining crows.
Black pellets swelling
In billows of wings.
The whole sky is flooded
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It is dark again
And I wear it well.
The blacks form
In perfect fashion.
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The bench in the park
Was a little askew.
A little unbalanced.
When I sat on the high side
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I feel likelive in a balloon.
A blue balloon
With blue skin
And tattooed clouds
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