poems

Poems by Pete from issue #11 of Full Moon Empty Sports Bag

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Proverbs burn away the hard
Words unprotected from
The fierce elements of history

Every story has an ending
Up and down the land
Plots everywhere are defiant
Too proud to recognise their
Reliance on one and all the others

Voices ruined the best stories
And such are the choices that
Muddle the tongue we follow
The pre-set spontaneity of punchlines
And sub-plots like myrmidons.

By Peter Doherty


Clear as they can make out

Can't tell who breaks light in 2
Threads marble through
Leaks in table give

There are no clues
Except for a pair of old shoes
A morning full of blues
A brand new bruise

Some time before right now
I like getting up in the morning
And watching the sun go down
I like getting up in the morning
On the evening you know?
Dreams splinter like comic book catastrophes...
colours like windows, planks and
Limbs
Shattered
Nearly all...
Sits about cloud of dust.

By Peter Doherty