3 Poems
Ed Churchouse

"last one in the garden "

out w/stars in
unclear skies,

humans sent
hellos up for

aliens but
telephones

don't ring)

another un
poem night

spiders &
clothespegs

two a
m,october's
wet the

garden
green:

beneath
a comet
fetched
across
the sky,

a couple
argue(her
shoes in
her hands;

she has had enough/
he has had enough//

booze pulls echoes
along our streets &

i am over,
says the night.

i am over,says
sounds of cats

fucking
in the

hydrangea



"children in the desert wait for bombs "

& you thought there'd be an end to such
confusions
said prayers w/your hands
laid your heart to sleep like a dog at her
feet
& you swore you would be a tree beside
the waterfall
not the waterfall itself
& you cursed your own eyes to be still
yet
they follow her as she moves through the bar
your own eyes,
judas of
thought
pilate of
emotion/
she's a jug of
fire coloured milk(
knots in water tighten/houdini
had it all wrong:
hold yr breath
and wait for her as
children in the desert
wait for
bombs



"crazy people "

psychotic means
you have real faith
that two and two

are 5//

neurotic means
you know they
equal four but

truly

hate the fact




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About the Author
Born in a barn in England, 1972, Ed Churchouse has never shut a door in his life. He currently lives on top of a bluestone at Stonehenge, writing redundancy letters for the Ministry of Defence.
Email: slip_rehill@yahoo.com


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