If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
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All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
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Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son's room.
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Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
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Speaking to you
this hour
these days when
I have lost the feather of poetry
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Since my wife was born
she must have eaten
the equivalent of two-thirds
of the original garden of Eden.
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Catch, my Uncle Jack said
and oh I caught this huge apple
red as Mrs Kelly's bum.
It's red as Mrs Kelly's bum, I said
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Kissing the stomach
kissing your scarred
skin boat. History
is what you've travelled on
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'Zou Fulei died like a dragon breaking down a wall...
this line composed and ribboned
in cursive script
by his friend the poet Yang Weizhen
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