ian hall Poems

My friend Nelligan
I have his picture on my wall
Whose eyes shine with Innocence
tinged by a sadness
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Death is my saviour
She releases me from pain and suffering
from boredom and anxiety
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Oh dry, scaly, warty witch
Do you imagine yourself;
as beautiful and pure?
And victimized?
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Have you seen a blown up body
Bits and pieces
Blackened and burnt
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From the lowlands
of humanity
Next to the dark crimson sea
we stole everything Ideas, names, lives
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the wind and the trees have plotted against thee
the ocean is banging away
the moon watches from afar
and the owls are out killin
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Oh tired old gum who killed thee
Who ended what once could have been
And left thou twisted carcass for grubs and ants to feast on
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Pull down the sun
Block out the moon
Rake out the mountains
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sad crinkled acidic hateful soul
who has conspired against me in a secret pact
with other demons and weakenened spirits
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Some where in his mind
Across the layers of
things that are pretend
Things that might be
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