poetry by John Hall

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Poetry by John Hall

John writes plays, prose, and poetry. He is also the editor of Citizen32, which is slated to be launched in October 2004. He lives in Wythenshawe, Manchester, England.

A Childish Snap

the impatient posed

photograph

of me age six,

a look down

betrays my love

of dandelions

and beetles,

thirty eight

years later,

it still does.

Fashioned

I sleep naked
I wake clothed
What the hell
happened?

I live awake
I die asleep
What a way
to heaven!

I died naked
I lived clothed
Was life just
nature's fashion?

Breakfast Suicide

A cold morning kiss

colours my glass

makes the day

a guess,

the fire makes me

a promise it keeps

my toast is pink

and buttered

with sweat,

I turn it over

and decide

to burn it

black.

All poems are copyrighted property of John Hall.

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