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Poems

Take a look below at some of the poems I have written.

Antenna Towers (I Miss You...)

Don’t look, the screen is a window into a world of violence and hypocrisy.

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                                                                                                                 I turn

frenzied in half-sleep. As the floorboard creaks and shapes 

pass lamely beneath the door.                                                     A room

with a bed and a television, saying my name.

 

The room bathes in a distant orange from the light behind the door

but the television casts a pale, changing shadow across to the drawn curtains.

 

I glimpse faces, places half-forgotten, on screen, flashing in beautiful colours.

Followed by images of the smiliest lying mouths; then mothers clutching babies 

 

They pick through the rubble, and pull out their hair. 

 

Outside: antenna towers stretching upwards against a cracked sky,

I cradle my tears and curl with your love. The world turns over in its sleep.

 

O! if I could once again lay my head amongst your curves...

Masks

Oh, I bet you thought you were so clever

You pet my dogs but you don’t                                                 not me!

Ask for my permission first

You sneak into my forest but you

don’t know how to appreciate my trees

You steal my kill but you never 

Learnt how to use a fork

You steal my oxygen from me                                                   more to come?

 

Do you know what I lost?                                                                                desesperación

Do you know what I wanted?

 

Stop it with these cheap disappearing tricks                                mask on. mask off.

          Pick a face

In the crowd and tell us what you see

 

Get inside and close the curtains!

they said

And just put on a movie of better times                                  there were these two clowns...

This is not supposed to happen to us but to other people                 ...whirling ...whirling

 

A list of conversations that have been assessed as off limits;       

double scoops for everyone!

A slow anticipation of the collapse of our pleasant but fragile constructions;

 

Denial and stunned silence.                                                                  ...and telling tall tales

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