vince gullaci Poems

The coppice forest
leaves
burnished
green and gold
...

Open my eyes
figuratively
so I can see
what I missed before
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Angel hair falling
as a gentle sea mist
obscures the tugboats,
mournful horns wailing,
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In old age
all good people
end up
living in a pound
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I've
nothing to do
nowhere to go
nothing to see
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Love you Jesus
love you God
love you Mum
love you Dad
...

If I could
shut down my mind
against the bubonic rat
keep it isolated
...

A stream of consciousness
scribbling
making sense
out of the nonsensical
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Don't mozz me
by bringing white Calla lilies to my sickbed
no one listened
now the long grey limousine
...