The Oken Stone Podcast
Poems, stories and thoughts from Galloway, Scotland.
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Geology
Walking, I passed between stones
unnoticed leaving left and right
divided by geography.
An accident of place or time?
It wasn't clear but crystalline.
My hemispheres are cut through.
Thought is hard and ordered,
slow; blood seems
an unnecessary fluid,
heart beats a series
of shocks across
tectonic continents of skin.
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Doppler Gang
Doppler Gang
Thought it was you but no,
it was just your hair
on another woman’s head
she said I heard
you split so sorry
but
I wear her hide with pride.
Thought I was paranoid
until you stopped watching me
and now my daily motions
pass into obscurity,
my thoughts stranded
on the beach
of my own emotions.
Thought I was ready so
I girded my loins
for the afray, but hey,
the stage was empty
save for a discarded face
wipe that smile clean
into next week.
Thought I had the spunk
punk rocked me flat
with two blue eyes of
insolence sincere
and hench hens
surrounded me
with imagined complicity.
Thought my mind was made
up goes arse over
never say ever and
afterwards I lie,
separated from my own
head;
you’re such a globe ache.
Thought this song was
about you you’re so
lame your life’s a poem
that doesn’t rhyme
with mine goes into
re-verse so
I think I’ll walk, thanks.
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ar 2025
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