Paul Walker Poems

Halfway up a wall
in old Geneva
a tiny blue flower
grows in a crevice.
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I'd been off coffee for two years,
Then I sank some Turkish in Soho.
It hit me like a depth-charge,
I couldn't sit still.
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They said a good way of gaining self-knowledge
was to talk to yourself while looking in a mirror,
but without my glasses on I couldn’t see too well
and I wound up thinking I was someone else.
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It’s 4am and I am midday awake.
The pair downstairs are fighting again.
They’re a regular Punch and Judy show:
she slaps and he wails.
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You come towards me in the dusk,
Reduced to scents and shadows.
As your robe falls to the floor,
The air crackles and melts
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