If I could fly, what would change
I would still be here
imprisoned
not by walls
but by my own
broken
dreams
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Notes:
1. Written on July 27th, 2019
__________If I could fly, what would change
I would still be here
imprisoned
not by walls
but by my own
broken
dreams
__________
Notes:
1. Written on July 27th, 2019
__________blackbirds drinking
in the haze of summer
from dog bowls
and sprinklered puddles
gulls spiralling in updrafts
above the melting roads
feeding on clouds
of winged ants
and in the gardens
everyone
dead in the sun
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Notes:
1. Written on 23rd July, 2019
2. And also originally it had an extra verse
3. That read:
Butterflies locked
in their helical dance
above sun-yellowed grass
A town built upon the dead
the starved
and the murdered
and those left to die
in the deprivations
of imprisonment
and in the flames too
and the fire
of earlier devastations
We don’t remember the names
of the innocent beneath our feet
Yet the names of those that
should have died nameless in their guilt
we repeat them
we repeat them
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Notes:
1. Written in March, 2018
__________The science fiction section in the bookshop
shrinks
weekly
locked now
in the dystopian loop
of its own extinction
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Notes:
1. Written on July 18th, 2019
__________“A strange man. He likes fish,
and women.”
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Notes:
1. Written On July 18th, 2019
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