Written 25-10-04
shutting out the squirrel tails
of smoke that stroke
the shifting sky.
Streetlamps imitate sunglow
on stubborn clinging leaves
and mist that shifts
twig tracery on urban trees
shadow people flicker
dragging sulphurous yellow trails
in fluorescent pallor
huge behind blind strips
firefly fag ends swarm
cabbies wait to ferry fares
shivering on the banks
of Acheron's spangle slicked river
ghostly swaying buslines heave
sprayed with white wet light
by swish shod tyres
as night eats up the day.
II
Snap it out
stack my books
turn up the fire, brew tea
curtains absorb the afternoon
You come
aroma of damp wool and leather
rainbow diesel aura clings
dead leaves and mud shed pools
of track shaped prints on the parquet
your cold cheek condensation kiss
cuts my cosy crumpet warmth
and I want to have that part of you
that the world took from me today
I pour from the teapot of Lethe
and we drink in silence
steam curling conspiratorially
dispelling all that went before
twisting our lives back together.
Poetry by Erased
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Written on 2005-10-03 at 23:21
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Urban Autumn Afternoon
Evening steals the afternoonshutting out the squirrel tails
of smoke that stroke
the shifting sky.
Streetlamps imitate sunglow
on stubborn clinging leaves
and mist that shifts
twig tracery on urban trees
shadow people flicker
dragging sulphurous yellow trails
in fluorescent pallor
huge behind blind strips
firefly fag ends swarm
cabbies wait to ferry fares
shivering on the banks
of Acheron's spangle slicked river
ghostly swaying buslines heave
sprayed with white wet light
by swish shod tyres
as night eats up the day.
II
Snap it out
stack my books
turn up the fire, brew tea
curtains absorb the afternoon
You come
aroma of damp wool and leather
rainbow diesel aura clings
dead leaves and mud shed pools
of track shaped prints on the parquet
your cold cheek condensation kiss
cuts my cosy crumpet warmth
and I want to have that part of you
that the world took from me today
I pour from the teapot of Lethe
and we drink in silence
steam curling conspiratorially
dispelling all that went before
twisting our lives back together.
Poetry by Erased
Read 805 times
Written on 2005-10-03 at 23:21
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