Short Unidentifiable Poems

See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured 
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in...

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London was still full of
fire-bombed vacant lots.
Ruins and rubble
were a kids natural playground,
the deeper the devastation
the better our play.

There was always a chance
to find a broken toy
to abuse.

Back at home,
not once did we consider
what that unidentifiable
gray soot-like substance
on our clothes contained,

but at night
our dreams were troubled
by the eerie whistling
of long dead postmen....

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