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YORICK by Sara Doctors
You think you're smart but I've seen you naked:
Remember me? I remember the beautiful boy
With brown eyes that laughed amber in the sun as you told me the one about-
And it was my turn to laugh,
My eyes wet with what would be tears.
Remember me? I remember you;
Your face where the sun should have been on such a morning.
We were two pink flowers
Smiling at the summer like children
Screaming with delight at a new game.
In that garden there are flowers still;
Flinging their heads back in fits of silent laughter.
Alas, poor Yorick -
I knew you and you were funny.
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READINGS by Liz Cruse
He gives me a flame.
It twists and flickers: a soul in Paradise.
He has given me a light by which to read.
Fierce and acrid, tainted and carbon.
There is a star: a splinter of broken glass on velvet
Only there because
On this summer night
That begins to ache like an arthritic hip
He gave me fire.
His electric music
Leaves me unrequited.
Through the opaque sea-glass of the eucalyptus
He has climbed towards the sun.
Over our heads the wild geese hurled
In a storm of wingbeats and sqawking
Perturbing the world with their passing
And he gave me a flame.
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FOLLOWING THE BEAT
by Yuriy Humber
Zip with the funk. You missed
A beat, which strung the body
Of the whole
Experience. The Spanish mountains
Give me a clue as to where I am,
If only for these few hours, whilst gruelling
The even road, oddly satisflying
By its adventurous touch.
Warm Panini stop refuelled
Enough to open up the poems,
Neatly placed for a gourmet.
To comply with the aim of the stanzas
A thinking place is sought.
Yet it is loud music and the road
Which tell me that I'm on the Move. |
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By Robin Drummond
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Incandescent dream
Of trumpet melody
Pure and Nowhere
Cindered match
Hot dripping wax
The swaying dance of a female flame
Sex
And the static from the TV set
Dreamy heart of jazz
Slow and cool
And perfect
Making love like making sandcastles
When we were young
The same waves
The same rhythm. |
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