or FOR HARPER
for HF, SF and HF
Sleep is what you do,
what you've done,
what you've did.
And when you are held
you are asleep.
Strange, to be born asleep
to be asleep
to sleep.
One day you will wake.
One day you will open your eyes
and hands.
One day you will not be asleep.
Your eyes and hands will open.
Your mouth will open.
Then you will not be asleep.
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Showing posts with label Stephen Foster. Show all posts
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Thursday, 31 January 2013
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
DECKCHAIRS AND FLOWERPOTS
for SF
On the Titanic the deckchairs were shifted
to let the women and children through
to the lifeboats that waited on the upper decks.
It reminds me of the flowerpot I pushed
from an upstairs window on the head of a Bradford
millionaire. His bowler was dinted like fuck.
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