| LATE ONE NIGHT I was woken up very late one night
By the sound of a heart gently breaking
Inside the sleeping body of my wife.
She lay in her innocence in trust,
Listened to my twisted, miserable lies,
Smiled sadly, as if wanting to believe,
Then turned and went unhappily to sleep.
We had lain together, very much apart,
Her back curved towards me, so I kissed her,
As if to apologise for my sins.
But it was wasted and of no avail;
For I was woken very late one night
By the sound of a heart breaking
Inside the sleeping body of my wife.
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TO DESTROY THE FLAME It's cold
So cold and unreal
To sit waiting
And waiting
To take away the object
Of what was, and is
A part of you.....
And me.
This form that lives
Deep within your body
A symbol
Which we are paying
The old fat woman
To murder.
Would that living mite
Which is protected
In your body
Request the fate
Such as we have decided
In our cold respectable logic?
Would it, I wonder
Prefer
The early morning sun
And the warmth
Of its own body
Close to another
As we once were?
I sit waiting
Clasping your cold hand
Waiting for that woman
To destroy the flame.
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THE REVOLUTIONARY The young man
With a red scarf
Had revolution
In his heart
He marched
He protested
He chanted
He demonstrated
But his revolution
Fell on deaf ears
It remained bottled
In his heart
Waiting
To draw the cork
He waited and waited
But anger
Turned to arrogance
And the idealist
Became the cynic |
