Jerry Pike Poems

The seagulls caught me,
counting my curses
like a dead man,
talking in mental replies
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He meant to say a thank you, but forgot,
one small neglect of duty sparsely fell,
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A month from now, slow roads will heave,
under bulging holiday tyres,
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Half covering your face,
you approach,
shamelessly ashamed.
Thin, pale by moon, with loose blonde curls.
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Nutter

I wonder just what happened to that strange kid at our school,
the one whose voice had never cracked, the one who played the fool.
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Snow is on the rise boys,
Falling down again,
Dark’s the blood of politics,
Sprayed around the Bren.
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There’s a little square box
at the foot of the tree,
with a gold shiny wrap and a bow,
and it sits every year,
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Passed Away

And all that was are gone and passed away,
corruption dealt its hand and played to win,
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Are you happy with it?
I asked the smiling man,
his head nodding, so fast,
I could not catch his
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His head was shaking wildly
like a nodding dog set free,
but as I passed the bus stop,
I could see his MP3.
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