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As I sat with the Blind ManThe world is red monsieur: greedy clouds hold rubies to the fatted sun and squint to check their worth and braid with gold then drape the stained-glass shade for swooning grasses. Shamed by the late burst of summer, proud trees blush crimson as Adam before God, sparse leaves to hide their nakedness, while lovers, careless, cast their seven years to break the mirror that was once the lake- salty fingers, like the chirping of the crickets, sending oily rainbows rippling wide across the silence.
but down down where the w As I sat with the Blind Man
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From the emporium counterI saw and aged admiral wander by my window with his sea legs on. He had one shorter than the other, and a cane longer than both so that each step was a listing shuffle quarter-turn first diesiel then widdershins all the way down the street. He looked to me like a grandfather clock keeping time to himself as the easterly tried to pluck the last wisps of hair from about his ears like a child From the emporium counter
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Prelude To A Bad SundayAt 12 o'clock you step into the cold and weary street, neon coloured puddles soak the hems of beer-stained jeans. It's like flicking a switch, this step, this move, this hand outstretched and calling glance, come now with me it says be mine the coda of some drunken dance. But who are you that walks me home, hood raised to stop the rivulets? Not he who charmed with smart aside my glass of gin and cigarettes. He ceased to be the minute we set foot outside the door, and every raindrop warns me that I've been this way before. Prelude To A Bad Sunday
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This thing called usThis thing called us
through knotted hands you said sorry for what had been            and maybe you were i wasn't, but i was glad
and yet...
through tired eyes i said i wanted you to stay            and maybe i did she didn't, but she was strong
and yet...
through falling tears she said she wanted you to realise            and maybe she did you didn't, but you weren't blind This thing called us
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Sat Aug 11, 2007, 10:19 PM

hiya. Back again with more poetry. couldn't be arsed sending these all out indie style so here tis for you all on the net. the idea is as follows: i have to submit a free verse poem for 10% of my assesment. the three latest poems are the options. please let me know of any improvements and wich one you think is the best one for me to edit, polish and submit. Fun hey?
Cheers.

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