Mark Heathcote Poems

Lovers, at times, must recognize each other's soul
Lovers, at times, must devour each other whole
They must writhe in the flesh they are given
And explore one another like oil on the vine
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I've spent all my days,
My time in frantic worry
What will the future bring?
What will tomorrow bring to me?
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The evening is like a crocus in the snow
All glory and might in blinding burning flames
Wearing an evening gown of starry light
Darling, I have to rub my eyes till they bleed
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Echoes move ongoing to more expansive goals in a choir.
Slowly, they drift away on a tide out to sea
Like milkwort seeds to another distant shore
Door to door, till a widow opens the top of the stairs
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Darling, you want to fight over a borrowed bicycle pump,
Blowing hot and cold
Tell me just where I can go.
Darling, you want another 3-minute circus bout
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When her cursive tears are joined
And roll on without words
I believe there is nothing worse.
I now have faith that even morphine, opiates,
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Where my heart lingers is where you'll be
Whatever rugged coastline, that also is.
Where my soul pastures with the lamb
That is also where you'll be close to me.
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In a glass of wine, we raise to you
We cup what once was refreshing dew
In a slice of oatmeal bread
We find a cloth weft of your living breath.
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Farewell to War, a good poetry theme
I'm sure, but to be quite candid
And completely honest, how else
Will they continue to control us, the masses?
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My eyes are dulled and tired
My hands are aching and cracked
My back is broken and bent
Lord knows I've no money to pay the rent
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