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Michael J Lewis Poem
So you old bugger
you’ve gone
and how many more will there be of
you
in the top
one
watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B
against Scotland
plaster on your brow
Ayresome
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
worshipping
“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
did you say“young man” back then?
August 1958
won first match of the season
9-0 Brighton
You got
FIVE
Sign this Brian?
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
in the heat of the morning
training
“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”
did I ever really walk on water
I do now
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Michael J Lewis Poem
Pink sky dark
trees rising three silhouetting against sky pink
sky
overhead
three trees rising
leaning
paper cut-outs
leaning
black paper cut-outs on
pink pages
above
wood fence running
away
darker down to
shed
breathing all in breathing
self
in smoky
air breathing self
out
into air
tree silhouettes breathing
calmly
silently
quiet
cat gliding
noiselessly
me-and-
ering
cor-
ner darker
disappearing
darker
like breath along
air
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Michael J Lewis Poem
Horn
blows
velvet
mellow
Glistening dew
litmus
blue
Dark to midnight
testing
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Where can it lead to
Feed to
Or even recede to
Your guess is as good as mine
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Mystical face
Singular smile
speaking
Urgently
seeking
Eyes burning
Laser eyes burning
Image burning my soul
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Appearing in so many guises
So many surprises
See her behind every door
Appealing in so many guises
So many surprises
Sense her on every floor
Warmth of face
Hint of embrace
Her growing
Her knowing
Her so-easy going
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Horn
blows
Sighing in the dark
velvet
mellow
Lying in the dark
Glistening dew
litmus
blue
Lying at midnight
Dark to midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
without you
about you
Wondering
Dark to midnight
Wandering
Dark to midnight
Dark to midnight
Dark to midnight
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Michael J Lewis Poem
ON THE DEATH OF GINSBERG
Rain-damp street outside my window voices
punctuate early morning street dogs
bark car engines cough start
someone’s day
lie in half-light thinking of you Allen Ginsberg
what demons drove you Naomi there driving you to work in her madness
your madness walking Manhattan climbing San Franciscan hills bearded prophet with your schoolgirl crushes on skinny genius song-poet
boy disciples hear your teaching head in the vale of your breast
sing to guru heart beats
fearless harmonium playing
your song-chant hurting without tears over
boy love-spurning
walking death in your ears
holding hands with Mr Death always
speaking words in your ear
Mr Death your final lover faithful polygamous lover
Forever everyone’s lover
And this morning I see you in Linthorpe
damp street prelude of daily madness not your crazy wisdom
the madness of not seeing your crazy rant
my ramblings these ramblings my heart madness approaching
break break break break break into
a million pieces
prophet man bearded raging at people deaf in Linthorpe
blind in Linthorpe not hearing you
not ever seeing you there in their midst
Its grey its damp outside my window
smell of last night’s loving lingers she
my crazy lover you’d love her crazy wisdom
even if your queer head makes think you don’t think
she’s there
Read again your poems
again hear your disembodied
voice give hope in life in dying
teaching always
speaking in death life raging
forever
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Walking streets in wrap-around emotional high
concrete and glass soaring above
shout at the city entire people
blasting in Friday oblivion face-set purpose
it threatens if you let it so
shout out
right
down its face
then
it looks after you storming
car-streaming roads
park between
talking about ducks
we’ll come again with bread
throwing bread to ducks
couple of white swans to ride
feed bread thick-layered butter emmenthal maybe
ham
smoke
line drifting
us you drifting with me
skins touching clinging in
perspiration
moment sticking sweat so
beautifully
minging
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You met
me lost up the road
crossed
car park shadowed
vague memories of last
time before park
dark
fear of threats
deserted wet gloomy courts
phone rings
you
where are you?
I tell you I passed the stadium shadow twice roundabout round
and round I go
down and down nightmare
trapped
you’d be there in 2 minutes
waiting
barker stone voices through dark people going to their night time
fine
me
waiting
you’ll be there
you won’t be ages
emerging
from shadow
shoulder shining
kiss with tongues hold
you
where I fit you
take me home
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