Friday 28 April 2017

Verity

How can we ever grow, when our bodies list and ache, if not by winter's groan, worms of the cemetery quarantine, resist just the same, they party every night, and you my lover throw, scenes down every lane, skim the lake with stones, swear what you'd never be, each Sunday again, when sunlight lifts the Poppies, how beautiful are your bones, your neck as it cranes, betrayed as my torso falls, soldiers never act alone, their faces to the rain, someone far from home, never feels the pain. hide her deceit/ a soul not hers to keep certainly not deep, a family she thinks cheap, who don't check their Escrow, than promissory notes, far more than any keep, birds thrum their tune, scientists of a global nigh, your mother prays to atone, kids on yellow block reel regular as the five and dime, she pulls at my traces, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, shudder with each wine, think of the next engagement, in the evening gloom, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do

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