Beyond the broken porthole
I stand on a basin pedestal
I’m going down with the ship
She left the wreck last week
Left my bones in the bathroom
Drowning in the blue lagoon
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Last night there was a fire down the street
On the other side of the creek
I heard the commotion in my sleep
The old farmhouse was burnt to the ground
And lingering smoke on the water whispered sounds
Of memories lost and a loyal dachshund
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The Alien poet’s brain
Is a fascinating place
A distant surreal view
Hooked, like a fish on a line
Laying tomorrows foundations
On old pieces of used paper
Using dried up ink as mortar
And the sky is the work’s next brick
Remembering yesterdays sunshine
Is today’s dawn and beyond
Ivor Steven (c) 2018


