MARC CARVER - POEMS

​Marc Carver writes poetry and tries to be nice to people because he can do very little else.

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​SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY

​I listened to Ottis on the radio
 yelled out the song as people came past
must have  thought I was some kind of lunatic
but I did not care
the way I have always not cared 
even when  I was at rock bottom
some people do not get up 
but day after day
up  I get like the man off the cross
nothing can stop me

​FAILURE

​I keep finding this poem on the floor
it tells of a different time
of a person sure he was different from everybody else
So sure he risked everything 
I am not sure I am the same person on that page
but at least I still believe

​ANGEL DANCING

​The woman came up to me at the party 
at which I did not have a ticket
She asked me who I was
asked if I was in insurance
no I could never do that I tell her
as I held her hand she said
you walk up and down here not talking to anybody
as if you were an angel.
And for a second I really thought it could be possible
she asked for her hand back shortly after that
then I started to dance and the night really took off

​A BOAT AFLOAT

​there she goes
the one with the big botty
around and around she goes
like nothing else or no one else.
I find that with all women
none are the same as another one
perhaps that is why I want them all
even at the same time would be good
we could live in a skyscraper 
that touches the clouds but with all the doors and walls knocked out
like a giant car park
or a giant ark floating on the endless sea. 
Just me and my girls and all that love to keep us afloat

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I walked into the church a woman was playing the piano
I went over to her and told her that she played lovely
She told me it was Tchaikovsky and then she told me her wedding was tomorrow
and why didn't I come
I never went to  her wedding but a few days later I went back to the church and thought about playing the piano not that I can play of course
when I went over to the piano there was no piano almost as if that magical moment had never happened
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