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Andrew Lees Sep 2016
Strangeling ship on nervous seas,
Boiler stuffed with dust and leaves I thought I'd
fade

but worse, I'm me.
Wretched, an obscenity.

So fingers slicked in tangerine,
Done and wistful, dreaming, free...
I kiss the sea and drown in steam.
Ah, hopelessness! Extremity!
Andrew Lees Sep 2016
Crumpled words and jumbled wire
Catch askance and ****** afire.
Burst in terse and tumbled flame,
Cursed, the verses burn today.


Burst in terse and tumbled flame,
Verses never heard again
Return their words, inert and tame.
Cursed, the verses burn today.
Andrew Lees Sep 2016
This desert needs
One drop of rain to
Burst in red and green again.

But bless my soul, my skin is parched.
What's yet to be will come to pass.
Andrew Lees Aug 2016
We intertwine like softwing birds:
Another sign my heart's reversed

In sweet recurve. Each beat is yours,
Pumping wine through leaflet doors

For evermore. This sacred space,
Lover's sighs and rosehip lace

And feathers - oh! Let's fly, let's fly...
Let's leave it blessed and seize the sky.
Andrew Lees Aug 2016
I've many regrets.
Bent heavy with them.
In every direction, left buried in them.

I'm trembling with tension.
Ah, pity my heart.
Pity its labour in the pitiless dark,

Broken and artless.
Bitter, the sky.
Pity my wings, too withered to fly.

If pity remains, please pity the breeze.
Pity her soul, she keeps visiting me.
Andrew Lees Aug 2016
The night's unfurled, horizon bleeding
Fire across the iris of the sky.
I shake my coat, as if to rest--
The moon's a weary pageant and I
Sit cross-legged, so as to reminisce,
All sulk and sideways glances and
My fingers breathe of their own accord.
But what is without limit? An unfinished thought
Or the space between graves--
The sky's a loping echo
And the evening sighs with me
But everything is fragile when we
Teeter on the edge of the promise of
Another heartbeat.
I'm spent breath and resonance and
Suddenly it seems to me
There is but one possible moment--
This frozen tumble into the infinite--  
And we're spectacular at last in
The final twilight of the near departed,
An endless reflection of the divine
With our wings cut of
Wind and our eyes cast of
Starlight.

— The End —