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May 2015
Marc Carver
kronski669@yahoo.co.uk
i live about forty miles from London in a place called Basingstoke, Hampshire.  I have published some seven collections of poetry and have about a thousand poems floating around the web.  But more important to me is if someone I don't know were to send me an email telling me they were moved by my work.

Free House


I love people in pubs— 
the way they look,
the stories they tell,
the way they don't hide their contempt
and hatred they feel towards life.





Rising Sun


I can't ever forget
the escort who
bought me a beer
in a bar in Rappongi
because they had cancelled my card
and I had no money.
I have always liked whores
they have a kindness and sadness in them.





Have a Guess


She told me I could come back later
if I wanted
but I never did

I went down the stairs
not able to finish
but we both knew
i would not be back,
not even for free.

When you walk
out of a door
it is never a good idea
to walk back through it.





Small Talk


The American man stood
at the bar
trying to get some small talk.
I felt like telling him he was wasting his time— 
you would have to come in here for a year— 
and still people would hang a coat over your head.
 
He gave up and left
to go where
who knows.
If I was him, I would get a bottle of wine
and go to the park.
All your real friends are there.
The birds and the trees.
They have got me through many a day.


©2015 Marc Carver
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