I just found an old notebook with some poems in from years ago that I barely remember so here are some poems from years ago that I barely remember
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I would quite like to be eaten once dead
My body left by the side of the road
For the crows and the gulls
To pick clean my bones
(2010)
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She sliced apart her lips
and I sliced open mine.
And there upon the marsh
with a bloody kiss
we were married in our way
(6/6/15)
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Cutting The Cord
He handed me the knife
and said to me
You’re the mother
it should be you
So I took it from him
and cut the cord
and let her float out
away across the sea
(11/11/15)
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The children
in the playground
attack in packs
and devour the lonely
(28/5/15)
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By The Station In Norwich
Steel pole fence
strobing sunlight
and a tattered bag
caught on the barbs
dead between the storms
(29/12/15)
*****
New Year’s Morning, 2am
Are you weeing on my car?
Are you weeing on my car?
He is, you know
He’s pissing on my car
And then
footsteps
quickening
receding
the slamming of doors
the revving of engines
A slow returning silence
(1/1/16)
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I am scared
of the written word
and the unwritten
and the unsaid
(undated)
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And then another hundred empty pages all the way to the end of the book, which I would like to believe were an intentional part of the poem, but which obviously weren’t.
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Notes:
1. Written between 2010 and 2016
2. It’s possible the eaten once dead one has been on here before somewhere
3. But the others are all new
4. For whatever definition of new I’m using to describe six year old poems