Love Poem
Er....
Yes....
The moon was booked to appear in this poem,
But due to stress
and overwork,
Countless
appearances in sonnets and haiku,
It's going to be difficult to express how much
I like you.
It's been holding it's breath
And turning
blue,
Once in a while.
Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.
A backlog of
allusions to deal with.
Feelings to justify.
It's done very well for a lump of white
rock,
With a peak time slot in the night sky,
Sharing top billing with it's straight man, the sun, The best double act
in
kingdom not come.
Mystified and delighted
With the interest
shown
By painters
And writers
And people alone.
But at the last minute NASA phoned
And bumped up the residuals,
So
your poem's been postponed.
I'm sorry.
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Fly
Where,
and when, and if,
I die
I desire to revisit this filth
As a fly
and on some squalid afternoon
Fly smack into
your bathroom,
Small and black,
And crawl all over
Your naked young back.
I know you imagine I'm a sensitive man,
But
I'm afraid that's just
The kind of fly
I am.
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Another
Night
We
talked all evening about the end of the world
Until it was the end of the evening,
And freezing outside
And we agreed
It
had nothing to do with us.
The bus arrived and we said good, and bye, and tried to hug in direct correlation
To the
total of our affection to date.
It was very late,
Or very early,
When I put my key in the door.
And I sat in my
bed
And looked for lumps on my skin.
And thinking about the end of the world,
I waited for the world to begin.
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This is only a minor few of his poems. if you know of anymore then please send me them. I must however have
proof that they are David's so perhaps a link as well.
