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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
it became a nightmare above all else,
enriched with cinders of an ashen dream.
the power of freedom asks a heavy price:
our intelligence is not all it may seem...
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
i took the nails, and the cat too.
the hammer, the sink and the bed.
i burned them all. except the cat.
cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
Putting cards in a play box
Treating wise men to joys.
Looking sideways at an old sock
Beating tin cups on toys.
Imprinting faces in the carpet,
Sleeping soundly, bum in the air.
Mum picks me up, loving me quietly,
Hushes me to lulling-land, fingers through my hair.
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
peaches and cream:
speeches and dreams.
witches and words are
not all what they seem...
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
what do you do
when the lights are on you...
freeze, run, freeze run...
left no right no...
no noo...
youcantseeme...
youcantseeme..
you c...
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
Drains so sleepy.
Dreams so smelly.
Waking in the kitchen
face-down on the telly...
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
You took my heart for a ride
A shopping spree
And a jet-wash last year
I spent a week on acid
A credit card diet
And a bicycle, out of fear.
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
peace. sought and desired. lost, often found.
cards on the table: leaving out millions of dice.
rolling and wearing the pattern,
believing trouble to be far behind.
odd. never knew time would tell a lie.
thinking of trouble: laying a path to your name.
seeking and trying your patience,
putting obstacles up against the wall.
tired. depressed and weary. sad, often needy.
reading between the lines: leaving out hundreds of words.
inspiring and creating a pattern,
forging terror in a future land.
hope. a desire to redress the balance.
needing new skills: putting your hands on the wheel.
working and understanding from the heart,
finding the old ways and sowing new seed.
peace. desired and lost. sought, often found.
knowing trouble: dealing with it as and when.
seeking change only when it matters,
believing happiness to be a state of mind.
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
oh my lover...
more's the pity
that i live in sin city.
looking up an address
is asking for a slap.
asking for a seamstress
is to walk into a trap.
take me to my house please!
you'll only lose my way
my only fear and fantasy:
to live here every day...
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Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton Poem
Waking up with fifteen warm strangers.
One with a cold, another with your clothes on.
Missing your toothbrush and your wife:
remembering that one of them is on the other side of the room.
Waking up in fifteen long minutes.
Finding your friends, remembering why you're here.
Leading up to an argument in the lounge:
but only about your jumper, and who's making coffee for the guests.
Waking up with fifteen coffee mugs.
One from the fridge, another full of sour wine.
Missing your mouth and the milkman:
relieved to know that one of them's still active at this late hour.
Waking up with fifteen best friends.
Black coffee. Lots of sugar makes amends.
Already planning the next visit to the house.
But only if it's summer, and who's going to do the guest list for a change?
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