Neil Solan Poems

Do you kick the stones on your way to work?
Do you kick them until your feet begin to hurt?
With your hands in your pockets
And your eyes to the ground,
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We lived in a demented house;
We were long-term sufferers of the tangible crimes
But we had lots of laughs along the way.
We grew whatdoyacallems in the back yard
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This room just smells of illness
So take me back to the start,
These walls are made of the elastic
That hold you and I apart.
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She said:
'I don't care about your spotty head,
About your knobbly knees
Or your rickety bed,
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When battery farm was spawned
And grazing cow was tethered in the stall,
When swine fever saw the lawn out front,
Supermarket built up the wall.
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You know I love you,
I've told you once before!
You know I love you honey, after all
I opened up my door!
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If I had three lives I would surely die for you,
But until then I'll wait.
Admittedly, waiting is not my usual game
But my torch has long gone out
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She was wearing a hat of green
The day I first saw her,
The type you'd imagine a French youth to wear;
She created quite a stir
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I roll over to my right-hand side
And burn my sleeping face
On a device that clearly shouldn't be there.
I should probably think about moving my bed.
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Is Hades calling you?
Are there skeletons in your closet?
A table for two,
For you and the dark poet.
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