James Clive Poems

The door slams
Hi honey im home
Last night is still vivid in her mind
Broken plates
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I was feeding my parrot today
And i looked him in the eye
What is his purpose just sitting in a cage
He doesnt know anything about the world today
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The bar was empty
I pulled up a stool
The barmaid came near
Beer please
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The corner shop was dimly lit
I asked for a case of beer and a pack of nuts
The bag of nuts was yellow and red
The picture on the bag was a peanut
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I went downstairs to get my mail
Searching through the usual junk
One letter caught my eye
It was from madame zelda
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Roger dreamed of the sea
But he couldnt do without PVC
He imagined waves and other stuff
But he couldnt do without his ankle cuffs
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The rain crashes down on the street
Tickles a crushed up tin
Vagrants head for shelter
Flames fly from a battered bin
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I walked in on a friend
He was chanting
NAPEAI BABAJEHE DAS BERINU VAX OOAONA etc
He told me it would bring him unlimited girls
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Deadly woman
The femme fatale of word
These inquisitors
Appeal with the eccentric witches
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She walks past the corner store
She has done this for the last week
Always 11pm
Give or take a few minutes
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