Antony Rowland Poems

The coffee of an Italian tomato is very delicious.
Please relax on the inside of a shop carried out calmly:
how can you not take a breath
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Europe ripples around this island
with Egyptian vultures, patient as the siege
of Fort Sant Felip, where I, John Murray -
our future as thin as Minorcan garrigue -
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Economies brake on the crude prices,
the complicity of Libyan oil:
meet me at the reception of the water point,
the pump kid fuelled with Masarati dreams
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Steeped in leg-work, the legendary cobbles rise
to a lightning church and its pristine elder,
hard by black sheep: the soot-rotted, Calderdale stone.
The terraces close on themselves, slab homes
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The marsh finches date the skyscrapers
as Central Park lashes, your eyes too cool
for neon wrap Katz Deli, pastrami:
lovely to meal you among the sneeze,
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The garden flamingos unfold their pink, but
I still can't get you out of my granite windowsill,
curtains that only facecloth half the light
of Olomouc, Kozel pastures, where
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Have never seen a spiral staircase in a room before:
would not know where to begin
and they should do something
about the pigeons. There was something sore
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Macey's citified sprinklers cool models
working bikinis for your future jeans
while hawkers flog disaster off Broadway
with bites of images consuming the event
where the past is sky and prime estate:
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