Mark Heathcote Poems

The day is a starburst, and a table is laid for a feast.
Look around; there are insects, birds, and beasts.
Look around. Can you see the clouds on the horizon?
Making all kinds of magic—no contrivance
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I cannot deliver you peace.
When there is so much doubt.
Oh, I've got sea legs, but
I still feel like a drowning wretch.
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I loved a girl called Jessica
Who would make me bawl - cry like a clown?
Tears as big as buckets swung.
Fell in pails to the ground.
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If I were a high plains drifter
I'd never cross the borderline.
That leaves you behind.
I'd never find a watering hole.
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Mr. Hangman, who is going to love you
When you're carrying out sentences every day,
Mr Hangman, Put your scaffold away.
Would it be such a crime to delay?
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It's a calming wave, loving you.
It's a lifejacket holding your hand.
Oh, I'm so glad I'm nearing the coast shore.
And the tide is pulling me back home.
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I haven't any business looking into your eyes.
Watching your linen on the line blow in the breeze
I haven't any business wishing one day you'd be mine.
You're so fine. I'm sure you won't want me, for sure.
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When I'm on a winning streak
On the brink of something good
Then everything turns oblique.
When it's kismet again, it's bachelorhood.
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I have an incurable heart.
It gathers in the dark.
Starlight music, like a musical harp,
And shingles on a beach
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We are all individual vessels of pulsating life.
Pouring from the same wineskin bota bag
into the same cup.
Mingling amongst the same ocean and stars
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