Morney Wilson

Rookie (3rd April 1969 / Edinburgh)

Morney Wilson Poems

1. I Will Butcher Your Future 6/14/2007
2. If You Only Had A Heart 6/14/2007
3. The Truth 6/14/2007
4. The Last 6/14/2007
5. Gone 6/14/2007
6. Last Year Lied To Me 6/14/2007
7. Lavender Baths 6/14/2007
8. Lost At Sea 6/14/2007
9. Lost In Austin 6/14/2007
10. The Season Of Treason 6/14/2007
11. The Secret 6/14/2007
12. This Did Not Happen To You 6/14/2007
13. This Room 6/14/2007
14. To You, J-L 6/14/2007
15. When The Cradle Falls 6/15/2007
16. Without Whiskey 6/15/2007
17. Nothing 6/15/2007
18. Baby Killer 6/15/2007
19. Talking Her Maj (With Apologies To Loudon Wainwright Iii And 'Talking Bob Dylan) 8/24/2007
20. Bud Of Pain 8/24/2007
21. From An Alley, A Flame 1/28/2008
22. I Leave You With A Breath Of Ivy 1/28/2008
23. The Short Story 1/28/2008
24. An Hour Was All It Took 1/28/2008
25. Whiskey 1/30/2008
26. Closing On Opening Night 2/15/2008
27. About A Girl 10/18/2008
28. The Bedroom Door 10/18/2008
29. An Unpoem 3/10/2009
30. I Walk With The Spirits 3/10/2009
31. Over 3/10/2009
32. This Is Just Not To Say 3/10/2009
33. Studying Sad Suicide 8/24/2007
34. She Sees Rainbows 8/24/2007
35. Chalcot Square 8/24/2007
36. I Am The Blast From Your Past 6/14/2007
37. Stupid Girl 1/28/2008
38. Wedded To My Body Dead 6/14/2007
39. Rest In Pieces 6/14/2007
40. Pretty Prozac Pearls 6/14/2007

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Goodbye Mother Dear

Mother, mother, mother dear,
Can you hold me close, can you hold me near?
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?

Mother, I am inside your womb.
Mother, you hold the key.
Mother, is it too late, too soon?
Mother, what do you see?

I hear your heart beat, beat, beat,
It comforts me when I am asleep.
I feel your warmth, I feel your heat,
But mother dear, I feel you weep.

Mother, I am so full of fear.
Mother, I see it in your tear.
Mother, I know you cry and why.
Mother, I know we must say ...

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Gone

Last night I fell asleep with
one hand touching her pink and purple
shredded blanket and the other
resting on the telephone.

I would say like being a child again.
Little securities making
the world go soft -
but I was never that child.

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