Mark Heathcote Poems

Restrain me because I want to bathe in your sun
I want a southern moon to shiver on you
from the naked shadows, I'd be casting all over you.
Restrain me; I'm like an applecart toppled over
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From my home beneath your window
By sight I love you
By divinity, I kiss you
By touch, I embrace you
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Father, poverty is a gift
ask any bird taking a rain bath.
Son, don't make me laugh
there's nothing but rain
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Let me fall under some natural-disaster
the eye of a storm picks up the hereafter.

Be felled as if by a random act of god,
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Fleeting as an ocean wave;
once, surge waters knocked us both for six. 'I know-
and it is as if only yesterday for me.
I held your hand in mine a lifetime ago.
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When rivers run cold, it makes you wonder if they were ever warm
Why we ever went skinny-dipping, swam naked in a thunderstorm
When fires turn to ashes, it makes you wonder did they ever burn.
Why was the air sulphur every other silent nocturne?
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A river of stars
a bed of roses still in bud
we're but water lilies
learning to be rainbows
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River street urchins
The gutters are swelling
[Waiting] for the sky—you, I
To reach—the storm drains of joy.
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Do our dreams leave impressions?
Like fossils leave-footprints
why count our possessions?
With others be—wolfish.
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The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds?
Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
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