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May 2020 Collage Poem: Somewhere Out There

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He's gone

gone

gone

I’m dreaming I’m Bohemian

Last time we met, gyroscopic diner punches back, back, back

punching mp3s isn't the same as punching records

This lockdown is never ending - send me more Vodka

The wrong place, at the wrong time, Icarus falls into the English Channel,

to be washed up on the white cliffs, and the Queen is left immortal,

as the freedom monarch

 

The only constant is that Nigel is ever changing

The chaser of rainbows crushes childhood dreams in a single comment

The only constant is Nigel is every changing like a bridge of rainbows

Every time I went to the theatre someone behind me was whispering the future

Soiled and discarded in the lap of years,

he clattered into chlorine and wept to see your stars.

 

Icarus thought he passed Vera Lynn en route to the sun

Antithesis of Stockport --- Paris on the Mersey; it's not where you are, it's what you are.

 

And you’re here

You’re here

Here.

 

Collage PoemMaySomewhere Out ThereStockport WOL

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Nigel Astell

Mon 18th May 2020 10:47

Gone, gone
washed up
bridge of rainbows
somewhere out there
a violin plays
to bring the stars
here
here again.

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