Not Long Left Poems

Look into the eye of one of the many
Retired or redundant regulars;
you will be told you do not belong here.
A room of red bloated faces look
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It is on these streets,
that I weep,
inside myself.
Selfish as it is, I do not belong here,
...

Bob buries his grief deep into the soil
daily he speaks to the bemused flowers.

Susan stares out of the window maybe
...

It is not nature that is beautiful
It was the mind that made it so

Without the curves of the earth
...

if a mind becomes unmanageable
in the eyes of the unimaginative,
does this pemit the latter,
to rip the heart from the home,
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Rationalising the world,
through words,
hiding emotions,
in metaphors and ryhme,
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Don't call me just yet
Let me
Take a shower first
So I can polish and perfume
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my belly is rumbling,
and is grumbling for food,
waiting for one o'clock
thinking what dinner will choose.
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the sense of loss,
the uncertain pain,
feet are sinking then are sunk,
emerged in summers untimely rain.
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Neon lights that confront the darkness
with words of the saviours delayed yet
assured return, flicker from above.
Deep fried chicken clouds
...