Dead Centre Poems - Poems about Dead Centre

...The flaws, The way that my shoulders are broader than they need to be, So that the small, tight tops never fit right, So that I look muscular, “Like a man,” my mother says, The way my nose i......

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...To pick up a line and take it for a stroll. The essential is within, the mystics say, but equally important is the outside: a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds, in the intense green ba......

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...GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries My grandfather grew in a circular bed, Dead centre of the immaculate lawn. And blackcurrants under ......

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...Relic of a raucous night's revel In an empty shop doorway Stands a solitary cider bottle sentinel Bundles of bedding. Beneath Huddles a barely visible body Whom I have to skirt around Shop......

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...Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me, let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see confined people of shade suspended there. They strain against ......

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...Quietly I glared at the full moon For so long It had me in a trance Motionless Now If you look closely At my beaming face It has become My third eye Smack right between My shapely brows......

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