After Christmas Day
The words were read
Without a doubt to spare
I rose and froze
Inside my head
Behind a black ice stare
After Christmas Day
I was feeling low
I'm told I had cold turkey
I ached and flaked
In the melting snow
And the water was all murky
After Christmas Day
And lost communication
Ears burn to learn the news
I suppose the year will close
Without a resolution
Left for me to choose
After Christmas Day
With boxing cloud
Darkness fell to spell the night
Without sleep to keep
No dreams allowed
To meet the dawn's grey light.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Inscrutable Death - Andrew Barham
- Falling Through the Cracks - Diane Scantlebury
- Dietc. - Lyndon Queripel
- Painted Smile - Ian Duquemin
- This is not a moralistic poem - Marianna Pliakou
- Awaiting Dawn - Trudie Shannon
- The Storm Bear - Ted McMahon
- Passion Killers - Denise Bishop
- Fallen Leaves - Diane Scantlebury
- New Clear Ink - Lyndon Queripel
- With You - Ian Duquemin
- Pets - Dee Jinkse
- Steroids - Elizabeth Fisher
- Tribute to an Artist - Trudie Shannon
- Sardines in Portugal - Andrew Barham
- Slaves - Trish Cann
- Political Asylum [Class Of ' 86] - Lyndon Queripel
- Final Destination - Diane Scantlebury
- Brothers (Grime) - Ian Duquemin
- Of Happiness - John Buchanan
- Lament - Richard Fleming
- Or Sow It Seams - Lyndon Queripel
- Portrait Painting - Trudie Shannon
- Aftermath - Pierre Savage
- Bean Jar Attack - Diane Scantlebury
- The Lament of a Witches Voice - Ian Duquemin
- Waiting for Morpheus - John Buchanan
- After Christmas Day - Lyndon Queripel
- The Diners – Richard Fleming
- What's 'is name - Lyndon Queripel
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