The dark blotches get a dab of paint
I'm happy about that
brightens the place up a bit

I think it's built on the site of a slaughter house
perhaps an asylum
Nice new colours though


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Clouds

I didn't want to be in the choir
because it bored my pants off
so I lost my voice
50-odd years ago
but I can sing if I want to
get the knack back
when I put my mind to it
and just for a few minutes
there's a big blue smile
in the sky
where the clouds have parted


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She Gathered All My Displacements

I gave them to her
in the heat
bliss sun love
conflagration
it left me
with nothing
but awe
ful
reality


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