James Merchant Poems

Can you imagine the stilt-legged horses flirting with each other
When the melancholy of the moon is the loss of it's mother?
Smoke came forth and it had choked her clear blue skies
And now all the little moon does these days is cry
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Our protagonist uses us like coathangers!
Don't blame him though...
Cause who ever understood a hero?
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I am a tumbleweed
A mess of words
Aimless in the wind
A friend
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Well her irises find my own
In the comfortable restraints of my home
Lipstick angels in awkward angles
Grab my neck, I'm slightly strangled
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Well tell me how you never came before
To the island across the Golden Shore
Where nothing was living, but nobody died
Opened up my skin just to hide inside
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As a lad I was neither strong nor weak
My future never promises, but the day is never bleak
Wayward footsteps patter along
To suburban anthems drenched in wrong
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All my would-be friends shift in the light
Till they disappear into the cold night
And I was going to befriend them soon
But tonight was the full moon
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If I could make the sound of tiny raindrops
Would you be a better audience
I could nail your ear to a rose
I suppose
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The loveless letters sent perilously back and forth
Are churning the iron blue seas of the north
With what they hold inside few eyes gaze upon
But you have known all along
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