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‘Schizo’ and other poems

By: Marc Carver


I like walking at night
the streetlights show two of me
two shadows that fall one behind the other
although we still go the same way
I wonder which one I am
of course I am both
two men but one
But I wish there was only two of me
but sadly there are many more


I pick up the phone
and notice the woman in the corner.
Keep getting these hard ons all the time
oh sorry didn’t see you sitting there in the chair.

I walk outside a man goes angrily into a house
A little later I here shouting and screaming and things being thrown around.
The man comes out to the street and a child opens the door.
What is wrong all I wanted to do was change you.
I told you I was not ready to be changed.
He stands in the street
not really knowing what to do


Why do some things always smell the same.
You can go into a thousand churches and they all smell the same.
You can smell a woman at a certain time and again they all smell the same.
A woman can smell the beast of life in you
from one to another all the same
A field in bloom
a flower
a fresh breeze
the sea
So many things can be the same but different
But in the end most people never notice or perhaps they do and keep quiet
only some people want to point out
the little things


I sat behind the guy i went to probation with
he didn/t talk to me he never does
don’t blame him who wants to think of the past
especially when you get caught.
I looked at his wife wondering whether this was the woman he BROKE.
He finished his beer and off he went with her the beaten woman.
After a while I saw there was a wallet under his seat. I thought about handing it in for a bit
but then again I thought why get involved.
After all he will work it out and I doubt there is much in it.
I told my son there was a day I would have had it away
but money is now the last of my worries.


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