Tony Walton

I saw you yesterday in a yellow summer dress,
the color of high dosage diazepam, through the
rain streaked window of a familiar bar, as I walked by,
somewhere in the city,
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In the stunned heat of
a day in July
A woman is leaning from
the fifth-floor window
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I realize you are busy planting crops, fighting
typhoid, dysentery and various fevers,
not to mention Indians (they control gambling now!)
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They come for you-
in old fashioned hats,
from where you don't know,
to f uck you hard against every wall
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As I turn left off Oxford Street
cloaked in a low sky and shuffling
along with the other furrowed brows
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I walked my dog this morning
and as we stepped into the newness
of the day, a large Boxer ran over
and bit him,
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My friend Pete is a good man,
been with the Company for 9 years,
married to his wife for 7 years.
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Oh, my friend
you have got to
create it
invent it
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She had moved to her bedroom
almost a year ago,
existence: it deepens
like a coastal shelf
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There are delving days when the ink blue sea whispers to me
in a sexy voice, 'Come over here boy, and give me a kiss.'

'Hell no girl! I am not easy like that! Anyway, I have
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"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself.Aloud."
Coco Chanel

Childrens's crayons, a clustered
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Awaking from a delicious dream I turn in my bed
to face the sea window and peer through quiet eyes
towards a fresh orange sunrise that looks painted
in oils, as it emerges from the inky depths
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Walking alone one windless June night
fear looked at the clock and asked,
'So, was there love or no love,
and what or who is to blame? '
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I swill from the bottle of wine and
with quiet eyes watch the waves soften
before me. It is that
serene hour, after the stars have
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There lies One whose Name is writ in Water'
john Keats (1795-1821)

Lying here imagining what would happen if
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Perched on the stool with my feet
hooked into the rounded footstep
I
am
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As I step down from the chicken fluttered bus
I'm hit with a blast of popcorn bag heat
opened directly into my face and I glide through
the cheek and jowl streets with
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I brought you everywhere
heart racing beauty and
your razor wit, ravaging you in
dark places seen only by mirrors
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We roam your steel towers
scavenging the tired relics,
fanged strolls down the wide avenues
delicious slabbed plates went
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There has been an empty space to the
left of her for some time.
All that remains is an
indentation.
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