Thomas Rickarby Poems

After Adam had choked on the apple eve had gifted him
and was torn into the nightmares God had blessed him with,
God struck the sky like a drum.
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The clouds unfold across the day,
blocking out the sunlight.
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Poetry is a fireplace to bask in.
It’s warmth awakens wounds we thought
we had cauterized; A hot knife
skimming calluses and peeling back
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When you have taken the last dying leaf
of your lover’s script and ripped it to shreds
like the documents transcribed
by your dodgy accountants,
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Whilst god slumbered in heaven
dreaming of his creation
and the snake plotted his revenge
with the abyss
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Her neck had the smell of an opium flower,
and she danced with the grace of a Mexican child.

Her lovers would gamble their hearts on the hour
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A girl is softly laughing at the end of the hall.
As I stumble, half asleep, to the whisky in the bar.
My wife is sending letters to her kids in Tel Aviv
as the maid brings in a trolley overstacked with hotel sheets
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At first I tried to sweep aside
the forest of my thoughts.

An axe in hand I cleared the land,
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Love can be mistaken.

Like the man who jumped the canyon,
who judged the distance safe,
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