KIRK BUECKERT - POEMS

Kirk Bueckert is a Canadian writer born on the prairies living on the west coast.  He has been an active member of the Alberta Playwrights’ Network since 2016 and has been writing since he was a boy growing up in Saskatchewan.  This collection of poems represent Kirk’s first print publication.

stranger
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The moon like glowing amethyst
Peaks through the window pain,
As a dream I’ve dreamt a thousand times
Creeps back into my brain.
And in my dream I’m not myself
But who I long to be,
And in the darkness I embrace
His false identity.
But dreams are things, I soon recall
When morning breaks my sleep,
Like humming birds and promises –
To hold and not to keep.

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​whiskey

I mend my wounds with poison oak
(The past is looking grim)
When you’ve burned all of your bridges
You learn quickly how to swim

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blackout
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I don’t remember what I did last night
Or exactly what I said.
I don’t know where I left my keys
Or who’s lying in my bed.
I don’t remember calling you
To say just how I feel.
I can’t quite tell the difference
Between what’s imagined and what’s real.

I don’t remember walking home,
I don’t know where I’m from.
I don’t know how I got here
Or the reason that I’ve come.

I don’t remember how to end a poem...

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inventory

I’ve kissed far more people
Than I’ve slept with,
And I’ve slept with more people
Than I’ve loved,
And I’ve loved far more people
Than I’ve been in love with,
Because I’ve only ever been
In love with you.

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the dawn
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You strip away my tattered clothes
As I melt into your bed.
“I can see your naked soul.”
Says your voice inside my head.
You dissect me like a scalpel blade,
Your lips are anesthetic.
Suddenly, this brittle heart
Is oddly energetic.

You deconstruct my conciseness,
Unravel every thread.
“I’ll meet you on the astral plane.”
Says your voice inside my head.
So, I chase you into outer space
Past Jupiter and Mars.
Your eyes are burning meteors,
(Or are they falling stars?)
Then, through the prism I emerge
A morning shade of red.
“Let’s do this again some time.”
Says your voice inside my head.

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