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Andrew Tinkham
Poems
May 2015
Bubble and Squeak on a Cold Hard Day
Did you ever think it would end, this dream?
This dream is on the frying pan.
Did you ever think that moan you heard would turn into a
scream?
For shame, it has; she's boiling, you know.
I want to tell you everything, so you can tell me anything.
I've found the center of your mind.
Did you ever think you'd eat again, after that meal exploded?
It was the boiling fat.
I want to tell you, love me do.
When'd you dream of that?
"No," she said, "I love the girls."
My heart feels sorta flat.
Dreams come true
And sometimes they lie.
Tell me true, am I just a guy?
Me and you
Oh, how time flied.
What's it mean?
Still glad I tried.
I'll move on.
I'll find a straight one.
With burnt edges,
Who makes sounds like bacon.
Every time, that I see you...
I know I'll be
The one in your eyes.
But it's plain to see
Today is just some cloudy skies.
Mourn for me,
But then move on.
I'll swim the sea
And find my own.
Written by
Andrew Tinkham
USA
(USA)
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