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Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
The sky is cleft across
A ragged aniversay of two
Who for three years were in tune
Down the long paths of their vows

Now it, their love, lies, a loss
And Love roars with his patients on a chain,
Feom every real or crater
Carrying cloud, Death mires their house.

Too much spent in wrong rain
Coming together who love parted:
The windows melt into their heart
And the doors melt into their brain.
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
Crouching beggar upturned cup
Singing children hunger sup
Mongrel bounds on a short chain
We are all caught in the rain

Policeman standing proud
Busking waifs are singing loud
******* lies where it was lain
We are all caught in the rain

Pigeons bobbing strut right by
Seagulls scream with glinting eye
Old man mutters 'not insane'
We are all caught in the rain

Babies hold up their palms
Mothers push them in their prams
Babies google their necks crane
We are all caught in the rain.
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
He danced atop the bubble
Thay glinted on my coffee
He waved me closer
Twirled, and began to shout
In a tiny tinny voice
'follow the rainbow,
To where the ocean meets the sky
You will reap riches
And its the perfect place to die,
For these are unearthly riches
Sewn into the fabric of death
The aftelifes joining stitches
Your last breath will be a sigh,
So run along through the high wood,
Skip and jumo over river rocks
Chase the roosting rooks
Dive into the sea' that he told to me.
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
She was tale frail and green
Distinctly unseen
My eye caught her antennae
She moved closer and whispered
In the wrong language
I balked
Funny how the word for Martian
Exists
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
Fleet foot float
Fool flotsam flakes
Foal fairly fried
Finish fine fugue
Freshen farted farce.
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
Body pops, tendons crackle and
Joints are made of plasterboard
Birds echo in his ears
A glance fills nietzhan buckets
A step stops, halted.
Neurons glitter in the dark lids
He sits she falls he cries.
Elizabeth Hynes Apr 2015
Once around the long arm passed
Swung low the leaden bauble
Twice around the long arm passed
Hellos at the threshold
Young with old makes for storytelling,
Dragons look down
Imps smile in glee
And plaid checkered cloth
Gathers stains.
Newspaper discarded tes cosy
All around the long arm swept.
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