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Hugo Williams Short Poems

Famous Short Hugo Williams Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Hugo Williams. A collection of the all-time best Hugo Williams short poems


by Hugo Williams
 Whether it was putting in an extra beat, 
or leaving one out, I couldn't tell.
My heart seemed to have forgotten everything it ever knew about timing and co-ordination in its efforts to get through to someone on the other side of a wall.
As I lay in bed, I could hear it hammering away inside my pillow, being answered now and then by a distant guitar-note of bedsprings, pausing for a moment, as if listening, Then hurrying on as before.



by Hugo Williams
 Everyone who made love the night before 
was walking around with flashing red lights 
on top of their heads-a white-haired old gentlemen, 
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman 
who smiled at me from across the street 
and gave a little secret shrug, 
as if the flashing red light on her head 
was a small price to pay for what she knew.

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by Hugo Williams
 The smell of ammonia in the entrance hall.
The racing bike.
The junk mail.
The timer switch whose single naked bulb allowed us as far as the first floor.
The backs of your legs as you went ahead of me up the stairs.
The landing where we paused for breath and impatient key searching.
The locks which would never open quickly enough to let us in.
The green of the paintwork we slid down as if we had nowhere else to go.

by Hugo Williams
 How do you think I feel
when you make me talk to you
and won't let me stop
till the words turn into a moan?
Do you think I mind
when you put your hand over my mouth
and tell me not to move
so you can "hear" it happening?


And how do you think I like it
when you tell me what to do
and your mouth opens
and you look straight through me?
Do you think I mind
when the blank expression comes
and you set off alone
down the hall of collapsing columns?

by Hugo Williams
 Now that she has left the room for a moment
to powder her nose,
we watch and wait, watch and wait,
for her to bring back the purpose into our lives.




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