Poem By Anthony Dawson

I wish I could run back to be branches in the sky

where gums offered teeth.

Everyone is naked in the seasons so I terminate my eyes.

The echo of infancy delivers me to limbo;

the theatre of adulthood


Memories: the faces of anticipation.

Comments about Infancy

I dig the phrase terminate my eyes

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Early Morning

Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the


Resist the temptation to yell
as this expression gets under my skin;
I shudder and my soul is disturbed.

The Peach Face In The Clouds From The West

I saw your face,

the peach face;

Broken Backs

I stood amid destruction;

water trickled through corridors and pores emulating tears.

At Least Tommorrow

At least tomorrow I can sleep,

ignore the rapid fury of open eyes rasping my presence.

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I can't yet hear the grind of the factory
I have just woken and my heart is racing
My heart is a racing fuse
Today I begin life as someone else