Margaret Alice Poems

Anti-bacterial lozenges, feverish, listening to
an explanation that if we want to go left while
we believe we have to go right, we shall all have
our faces paralyzed - listening with a wooden face
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A terrible afternoon, playing at being
invisible, not saying or doing anything
to attract attention, listening to desultory
conversation made by people recalling
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How awful, the ghosts of the nun’s biography
are alive in my mind, I cried as I walked down
the street, the songs in my earphones didn’t
enter my head, I’m still crying about Gabrielle
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My positive book says I’m free
and empowered, decided to test
their theory by ordering hot chocolate
and ice-cream, dipping the ice-cream
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All senses lost, all desire to look
for a solution; the last of my powers
used for remaining upright behind my
desk; not even diminished intellectual
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Mooi-mooi! Legkaarte bou is alte wonderlik,
maar onthou, die goed tuimel uitmekaar as
iemand roer, plak die deeltjies aan 'n sterk
oppervlak - maak dit integreit -
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Margaret Alice drove into a pole this morning,
didn’t realize the car was badly injured, then
as she tried to drive home, felt the full force
of the near-accident: The wheel alignment was
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Back from a trip to Kingsley again,
mission successful, Thokozile and
Agent MK victorious, discovered
a new clause in the procedural list
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Yesterday’s expedition was MOST fruitful,
this morning diplomatic relations between
administration in Kingsley and FLEA* in
Metropark, all under cover of DAC*, has
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I’m afraid Mr Spiritual Solution Dyer is not working
for me, his peace that’s to be attained by simply
wishing for it and then accepting it thankfully doesn’t
seem normal or even desirable! His wife insisting
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