Stephen Brian Brady Poems

in the night-rain
driven from the river
'cross the railway-tracks
at traffic-lights
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the last train to the stars
would leave on time
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in Spring
on the rail
it's that love thing
the white plastics pale
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it was a sticky situation
'Orange or Lemon? '

the marmalade cat at hotel-reception
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such a journey
looking out from our carriage
on this train
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the small birds
have gone
nervous and twitching together
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out of a parallel universe he came
and from low -down in the wall
as though he was always there
and I was the intruder
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Georgie I'm alive dot com.
George I wasn't dead
I sort of threshed around a bit
I may have even bled
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The Pantomime Horse
in the theatre corral
is proving unbroken
a wayward cheval
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can't stop this invasion
can't call it fear
can't say it's delusion
can't recall last-year
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