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Acme Jul 2020
We all exist from random atoms
pieces made from star dust
billions of years ago and a
billion years out of reach.
We dig coal from the Earth
and plant our seeds into her
soil and love our women and
plant our seeds into them.
The seasons come and we
dance in barns Saturdays
and pray on knees in church
Sundays 3 blind mice eating
our harvest in silos all that's
left to hold onto after all.
Acme Jul 2020
Church choir grabs my heart and soul.
My anger disappears. I reach for all
your hands to help me to Monday's
challenge to help my child die easy.
Acme Jul 2020
I was ****** into a womb with
love's angry *******.
A terrible spark set me afire
on my way to Greenhills.
1949
I was born in March like a mad
hatter with no name in anger's nest.
Dad screamed discontent PTSD
yet to be diagnosed. WW2 flack
floating in our home unknown
we found foxholes anywhere.
You won't remember me.
I won't remember you as well.
Our features were melting into
the surrounding darkness.
Acme Jul 2020
'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W H Auden
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Acme Jul 2020
We all have bunches of stories that
define us. We tell them in our cups
when truth comes easy forgotten in
morning. I stand naked for a moment.
Acme Jul 2020
We've been beat near to death
  Irish mules to pull English
  plows through rocks and clay.
  Steal our country at your peril.
  We keep our dignity and fight.
  Our pubs crawl with hatred.
Acme Jul 2020
No turkey neck or jowls or man *****.
   I was considered handsome and the girls
   all sought my company. I was picky then.
   The fall is always hardest for the vain.
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