MARINA GIPPS Poems

An umbrella being dragged at the day's end.

A seagull churns its wings,
avoiding sunlight,
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This stately home- I never see people there
but there's corn on the door most of the year.

An old lonely look to it
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His night shadow moves slowly
& causes some more destruction
as he lights another johnny player,
making god go further in silence.
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All the townspeople disappeared
except for a man with very rotten teeth.
Fetal positioned on his manifesto,
he can proofread in his sleep.
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Somebody died shamefully and left me all their money.
And so it was, I tried to live just like them
Only to die just as wrecklessly.
I was a ghost for Halloween
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In paintings,
women in white dresses promenade,
picnic, recline on couches, converse
over tea, and sew in sunny parlors.
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It was a man who disappeared and came back again;
somewhere in a dream, blinded by obscurity.
A man who walked in, sat down, throwing his coat
to the ground as the elves shook below the seat cushions.
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A hymn trapped in the wind
after countless Sunday morning mantra,
heckling me until losing a piece of soul.
My unpurged confession appearing finally in epitaph.
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I was going to school at U of A
and all the classrooms were closed,
the libraries closed.
All the thoughts in books shut-out.
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Who needs words when the young run naked?
Don’t call it love, refuse, and call it nothing.
Watch and know without speaking
Like God or a Judas.
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