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  Boy   Where I live the streets die at nine, and you dine on the silence, and you shake the beads from the bushes and you think of the kiss, the brisk brushing lips […]

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Jack Simmons

Jack Simmons is a twenty two year old poet from Bristol, England. He is especially inspired by T.S Eliot and the romantic poetry of Chilean poet-diplomat Pablo Neruda. His work has previously appeared in Agenda and Literary Orphans.

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This article was published by Finn Jackson on 07 Mar 2017, and is filed under Poetry.

Boy by Jack Simmons

 
Boy
 
Where I live the streets die at nine,
and you dine on the silence,
and you shake the beads from the bushes
and you think of the kiss, the brisk
brushing lips of two boys.
You sit in a dead field.
The horses leg it to the slumped sun.
 
Imagine the Earth sighing just for me.
I am not some fluttering Kangura caught
in high grass, not missing children or a head,
open like a rose. Not a smoking church,
the whistling of hot fat, the Berlin Wall
or a dog.
 
I’m just a boy hung up on a boy.
I’m a boy with a bomb in him. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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