Mark Leci Poems

I rise to tears outside the plastic windows.
They aren't for me.
I lost mine at Heathrow, where your bags spun round and round into the plughole.
I float through the town on perfect shoes,
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The first man on earth was grainy,
His thoughts were like glue on a cardboard garden,
Sticking the sand to his toes
And rotten fruit under his fingernails.
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Humming high
Whistling to myself I ride the pockets
Crawling like a shadow swallow over the fields
Below pop-up targets twinkling
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For a flicker of history there was a boy,
Only four feet six feet seven feet tall.
He was young to the point of being ancient,
A painter of thick black character.
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Patterns in the air
Waving grass of open fields,
Echoing through hollow forests,
The thread of hisses,
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Downtown
There are girls with short hair and short smiles
Boys with piercings and tight jeans
A man on the street corner singing High and Dry all wrong
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Who gave music its name?
It was Boethius, tinkering with treble and bass
Like screwdrivers
Falling in piles and arpeggios
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Half-Japanese boy
The dark wrinkles of your sole
Are a scorpion
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