Poems by Ken Smith
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... exile emigrant refugee displaced person outsider offcomerdon stranger suspect ...
In the Next Street
... for love or money, the numbers of the winning line ...
Duck at Haldon Ponds
... And I´d wear your gorgeous feathers in my hat, ...
Encounter at St. Martin's
... In my pocket the wrong money or none, the wrong paper, ...
The Window of Vulnerability
... No one will say aboard the Missouri all these ...
The Shadow of God
... To Mohács in the marshlands, still in the pouring rain, ...
Possessions
... I'd die and have to begin picking everything up, ...
Train
... waving its little handkerchiefs of steam ...
The Secret Police
... on their secret anniversaries, making speeches, ...
Drinking at Dirty Dick's
... Otherwise my life is bad Danté, brown rice ...
