Mark Heathcote Poems

There is a cycle to all this our misery
I for one! Don’t doubt it’s all fixed.
We’ll have 5yrs in thirty of prosperity…
Feelings akin to a jewel thief
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A ganging ocean washed over me
When I was young, I was already old
When I loved, it was a careless love
That washed over me.
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You poured all your love
and life into that saucepan
and it boiled over empty,
and yet it's still fuller
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Rest your weary wings upon the air
let the wind of love carry you here
carry you there - as long as it,
submits to roost with me my, tit.
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An Owl The Colour Of Snow

Casts a shadow of surprise
Or was this a declaration of sorts
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How do you find uranium?
In such low-grade work
when it isn't on your tables
to find gems in the dirt.
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Didn't he?
Didn't he what?
Didn't he?
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tears are rivers of blood
in the apathy of love.
Where silver-and-gold flows
into the margins of hate.
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I have a rose, she's all petals and thorns.
"Well it's all in my stove-ah "
I begged her for no mercy, I cried for no lies,
I just wanted her rouge-rose-bowl-bed of petals
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