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DOLE.

DOLE.

Its cold outside, winter’s peak
Is yet to nip spring in the bud
Safe inside you turn away from the glass
And put your faith in the heater on the wall
It will keep you safe and warm away from pain
But you cant get it inside your head
What’s gone is gone, no summer no more.

Taking out the photos of faded memories
Checking on your feelings as you slide
Down the sofa, reaching for the tissues
To dry the parsimony reaching up inside
There is nothing left to say, just to cry.

Looking forward via the flickering screen
To a better daze that encapsulates you
Protects the malaise from harm.

How long can you stay this way
Good grief is no grief if it takes away
The senses to live on remote control.

In this old room learning to live again
Taking lessons from video nasties
Attitude training from the 9 o’clock news
Titillating tabloids cheapen the fear
Making it fun to reveal all your charms
Come on get up and out into this paradise.

Knocking on doors they come to yours
Asking you questions through slitted wood
Beckoning you out to enter in
Have you ‘come on down’ too?

Washing the memories out of the prose
Reading into checkov a satirical wit
Basing upon reality, what is that
Hidden here behind your tube
Learning to anger and what to know
Knowing that what is learning, is letting go.

Briefest the appearance of solitude
To wave good-bye to avenging angels
Its time to learn true factor of life
Time enough spent mourning morning.
GRUM

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