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Simmy Lee Poem
Crashing waves of change
And lives of swirling tides
People who take hasty strides
As they march outside their minds
They walk in their reflections
In the soaked sea sand
They trample their afflictions
Into the crushed shell land
Their horizon only ever one step away
And not basking on the ocean’s edge
Where their world
And their footprints
Have fallen off the watery ledge
Where breath bursts like bubbles
Strewn onto the shore
Where swells of the same swallow and spit out
Choices made before
And herald in the morning sun
The emptiness
Of all days done
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Simmy Lee Poem
You ooze
Like the macaroon middles
You so delicately designed
Your hazelnut centre
Crushed
Encased by something slightly more than air
Jaws biting down
Of those around you
All those hours
Gone
In a single swallow
Empty plate gratification
Sweet salvation
For a macaroon moment
Gone from now
As you lie in bed
Eating your cake
The others made
Not nearly as tenderly
It never tastes as good alone
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Red wires piercing through your skull shell
Like animal quills
Always pointing upwards
Challenging the sky
Your white cloud face
Casts shadows
Over shoulder bones that balance you out
Don’t topple!
Scabs crawl the cord
That stretches
down and up and up and down
Your back
It’s hard to tell where you begin and end
You haphazard creature
Made of bits of this
And bits of that
From soles to spikes
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Your short shaggy stumps
That graze the ground
Of dead leaves and dirt
Your wet, black snout that smothers the soil with smell
Your empty eyes that dart from where your first patch of paw leads,
And the last follows
Your contained existence
From here to there
And back again
What else have you?
This moment’s piss,
That last moment’s slumber
The thoughtless then and now dance you do
Without consideration for what the final performance may look like
And it looks like nothing
Except for all your futile nows
That you execute with reflexive precision
Your hind leg in the air
Your hollow pug face stare
Your undiscerning bladder flows
On some beckoning bark
Then you trot off
In circles
Much like me,
Coming and pissing and leaving
From tree to tree
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Strands of change that tug
On baited hooks of fear
Stretching taut skins of surety
Resilient and tense
Anxious ripples disturbing familiar tides
The comfortable ins and outs of life
Unsettled in the murky waters
Unseen and unheard there before
With no reflections of respite
Not one thing seems the same,
And you think she hates you ,
But it’s your hate that is reflected in the only stillness here,
Her eyes.
Only time relaxes transitional strands
From your flesh
The hooks no longer pulling, but anchoring
Lapsing hours bring comfort now
Reinforced by realisation:
Wherever you are
You can save yourself
You, your sole steadfast companion
That needs no reflection to breath
And no direction to swim
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There you are
That comforting jingle in my side pocket
Clinking against the memories of the rest
That reassuring weight
That reminds me of the ground I tread, and the ground I have walked before
Every now and then I plunge my hand into my dark pocket hole
And feel you there
Though I never bring you out to look at you as before
I cannot buy time with you now
For that time has been spent
And what a good buy that was
A gift that I recall
Each time my fingers fidget
With the change
You left me
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