Neil Crawford Poems

A dour, a sour,
a glowering man
caught in his
umpteenth April shower.
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Moon - Glow - Worm - Grave - DEATH

Rose- Thorn - Cut - Bleed - DEATH
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Two Latin ladies snap themselves
outside the Cavern Club.

To them it's the shot of a lifetime,
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Cement - that's 'See Meant'

S for 'Sierra'
E for 'Echo'
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The cormorant in its plunging moment,
its fish seeking victory, fixed as a tiny
slice of eternal frozen morning.
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A life held together with regret is a kind of net
cast backwards through time.

It drags forth for perusal the flotsam
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White drapes partly drawn to reveal
the tilted slats of an off cream blind.

Sun limbos through to caress
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The android soldier
set down its weapon
and, facing its human commander,
resolutely refused to obey.
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Observe the night's mad birds,
see how their wings slice
the cold, crisp, cellophane air.
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