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From 'Red Haired Rhymes' by Patrick Ingram PRAYER Hear the silence, Hear the sleeping leaves. Hear the waiting tarmac And the dew distil.
Out there in The hanging black Is a poetry One false word will kill.
Out there walks a Black dressed muse. Call me, wed me To your use. DRINKING SONG
We're both on the bottle. Rivals for her varied love.
You hate my Graceless barking.
I hate your Flaming cheek.
Women! Honestly! Here, son, drink.
Let's crash, together, In each other's arms.
REMORSE
Away! Away! You hot night breeze Tinkling leaves In desiccated trees. August squeezed Between the summer's thighs Brings to my eyes Memories and forgotten song.
Guilt lies in love's long arms, Slim legs entwined Around the softly sprung Provocative red hair. A lingering Without indolence Or light-headedness On a trace of scent.
Such the dream And waking wish But truthfully Beneath the muscled Loveliness and flesh Is an unalterable Architecture of bone.
Away! Away! Unhappy air. Back to yesterday, Back to where High voices part the dark And drunken street. When I was restless, young And loved the warm, colossal moon. Away! Away! Be gone!
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