Alexander Hawkins Poems

Look into the largest largeness
beyond the brutalist choir

booming out stark music,
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Morning demands different rules.

Life is a mess hidden by the patterns of public transport furnishings,
like confetti vomit or nauseating square spirals
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Peacocks in sequence
on the dysphoric path

jockey between the mariachi,
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A sequestered Sphinx
is just compacted silica

and yet here sobriety serenades
shaded surroundings.
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Paralysis skulks from under Scandinavian furniture
into the gutter, spangled with unglamorous colours contradicting
a special Spartan mantra, grimly faded
in whatever decade happened twenty years ago.
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Put it out there - prospective problem populants
have ditched unexpected pragmatism and are pushing for resolution.
Someone needs to go brave it,
show them their greying nebulus of submerged prospects,
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Work in a bit more reality, they said. Eke out what you can.

Watch a waltz criss-cross across foully fragrant parades
to dodge a payload of puta falling from impertinent parakeets,
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Solemn manoeuvring toward anticlimax.
It's closer than they think. Along the way fantastical drama
from outstanding outsiders will, with partisan thudding,
encourage great mayhem, rendering queasy quotation marks
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Melodic clacks thrice rebound
a gluggy head, tippiest toes

hopscotch around insomniac dragons
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A problem lurched - even pickled or loxed
pinkly sweet, it was no less perturbing.
That network of the noosphere, now faux-luxed,
alert, had frissoned with falciforming
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