Poems by Liam Wilkinson
Back Bedroom Baroque
... 2 in B Minor.The Flautist can hardly raise his elbow ...
The Execution
... stuffed into a machine ...
Election Day Campaign
... hing soldier comes to my aid with a towel and, with failing breath, I tell him where I keep the hose ...
The Lunatic
... until I look like the lunatic,tangled in the chaos of the death ...
Return To The Esplanade
... the house we said wed buy with the writers turret, ...
Welcome Here
... as they pick up everything in the house and leave ...
Djangology
... Even the improvised solo in Oh Lady Be Good!And before you arrive home, I launch ...
On The Map
... once or twice from the water pistols, ...
Going
... You prodded me occasionally,kicked me, checked I was still breathing ...
On Blake Street
... and nod your head, or even turn away if you can, run over to the florist ...
Thin Volumes
... to preserve the last of those ladies ...
Earbone
... And we stare into the possibility of its life before us, ...
Hair
... like in those last photographs of John Lennon,sitting on that couch in those jeans, suddenly ...
