Excerpts from “Xerox Sonnets and X-Ray Blues” by Neil Sparkes

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spinning toy

the night seems
so swiftly
on the move

waxing moon light
clouds in convoy
their silent fleet
so full and rapid
fills night sky

so immense
weightless
billowed riding
overhead
in silent procession
like a child’s
spinning toy

the vertigo
of days
leaves us
staggering
for night
as the moon
awaits the sun
we wait

glowing ends of cigarettes
light the passing
night
time fading
as piano
notes cascade
dying to silence
waiting for rhythm to
propel it back to life

as words wait
for the tongue
we wait for
the next thought
dreams made thought
wishes made well
acts of worship
in the careless and lost
the discarded and
half remembered

chants and prayers
invocations under the stars
scarifications in the
arms of lovers
wistful and wasted
moving above the earth
keeping sense of place
time and scale
advancing across night
to march or die
an army…

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