Francie Lynch Poems

It's 2 a.m.
The phone rings.
It rings differently,
You lift it gingerly,
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Scotch and water
Never falter
Infusing me
With spirit.
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Kirk was a flirt.
Bones could clone.
Scotty liked scotch.
Chekov goofed off.
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Between icy snows
And harlequin trees,
The flowers colour
Our Spring;
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We've come together
To reach our Mecca
At 10 Mathew St.
Blessed by the Beat Les Musique
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The wind howls murder
Off the lake,
Yellow eyes centred
On its face,
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A poet,
One of the best.
Got far
Inside his self.
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With love we have
An alibi.
Sometimes,
A somewhere else
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A triumphant voice denotes
A life leaving this room.
We should not be surprised:
It tells us:
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I'd like to
Write a poem,
Then
Just
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