Sean Joyce Poems

My i-Pod is broken
nobody knows
well it works socially
but I miss the music
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Sometimes
when you are the kite
I toss you over the clouds
And sometimes
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Avuncular melodious
determinedly ambiguous
if it isn't in the meaning
than it may be in the words
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A smiling child on a clattering tram
looking out at the traffic lights
She wore a big daft hat at an angle
and her nose against the glass
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Too young to work
I sat by the window and waited
while the clock ticked.
I looked to the road
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I study facts and figures
and Excel at my job.
Interest rates and Mortgages
-The Financial Times-
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Left behind, she said
It’s on your left behind
And I, twisting over shoulder
In the mirror could not find
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Soon no poems of true or false
rumour, beauty or daft rages
Before the silence and the dark
just spittle on blank pages
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The children on the dark forgotten line
The line outside the side that has the dosh
The dosh that was intended for the stuff
the stuff of which there never is enough
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Silence
Except for the poem
The poem is reading in my head
I can make it stop, for a while
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