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Brian Morton Poem
If love is a drug
my chemist doesn't have it.
Where can I find some?
Copyright © Brian Morton | Year Posted 2014
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Brian Morton Poem
I’m a revelation, a mutation, a mutilation,
Divine will and hysterical damnation.
One nation under a spell of castration.
I’m the chemical, you’re the academical,
Condemning the notion of free motion.
Polemical
Hearing
Healing
Break through the gold ceiling, persist to steal it.
Stuck in the system.
Dreaming
Not feeling pure.
Imagination ain’t real.
In my defence, I make sense, making cents, on innocents.
Coincide your incense with my expense,
Our expense is your offence.
Picket fence. Pick a side
Why so tense?
Test the tide
Have a drink. Will it quench
Nuclear war on my doorstep?
Divorce
Death
Drugs
Forceps
Forced steps, first steps,
Towards complex subjects of the same sex
The safe sex.
Ain’t safe sex going through glass bars
In a sidesplitting suplex?
Forced ideas. Safe paycheques
Forged ideals. Save apex.
Stereotypes
I’m the two time two sided too tired top model.
I’m the type to go mono.
One nation under one channel.
That’s our new motto.
Copyright © Brian Morton | Year Posted 2017
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Brian Morton Poem
I push the buttons,
You push mine.
The light above your head flashes,
Doors close.
I'm in for the ride.
The elevator begins.
Off to a shaky start.
As we move further, and further astray
from the building's foundations,
And closer to the heart.
The awkward silence looms.
We pretend we don't notice the glances.
You study the floor,
Whilst my eyes explore,
Making out the warning signs
By the side of your door.
As another person enters
And pushes, yet, another button
Your eyes look up.
We go down.
Back down to the ground,
Back down to the start
Copyright © Brian Morton | Year Posted 2015
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