Bathroom scales

The mirror’s broken then? it shows me an image of an old man when that is clearly wrong, perhaps it holds in its glassy memory pictures of everyone except one of me. Alice is never around when you need her. So I’m looking at my reflection in some cooked up contraption it’s not perfect but…

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Mainline manic

Who could possibly think that in the blink of a starling as he winks at the sky there’s a hidden meaning, in trying to find out the what and the why I never know which way or what way is the quickest way to go. Dorothy had her red shoes, mine are black hers had…

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Americano legends

Who can I blame but the ghosts who dismantle my brain while I sleep, if I wake they’re not there but I know where they’ll be and that’s behind every person who is laughing at me, anxiety? who’s anxious? At the most peculiar times when Jupiter aligns with whatever planet there happens to be, stars…

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The 1547 poach

It happens when my mind’s off the leash and it’s free then to roam through the courtyards of Christmas and to hear as the winds moan my name in the calendar at the crossroads where they’ll bury my fame on a mountain of sawdust in a pickle jar. and it’s in a pickle jar because it…

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More from the dumpster

Pain flickers like a candle flame licking at old wounds and opening closed doors it fails in the end to move me and I stay rooted to the spot. Got to keep what I’ve got even the pain. If you see the sun why not tell it to come or am I waiting here in…

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Campari sounds nice

This was just an experiment a try out for the main event. Who else could make the cut but those whose clothes hung from their backs and sidled along the railway tracks buffeted by the passing trains, pains and gains and somewhere there a smile to knife along the frigid air. Monuments in Timbuktu, books…

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Higher geometry

Looking out and wondering why everything is passing you by and those looking in are thinking the same thing it’s what we do. I read speed write take speed is that not right? I’m looking beyond the calico dress and the words I could find to impress are lost in the winds that blow through…

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Work

Carrots and sticks I do tricks for carrots and sticks…

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The timebox

It’s funny how you can remember the face but not the name or the games that you played, I think if I’d stayed it might have been different. It keeps me awake and some nights I can’t sleep, difficult to keep the thoughts from arising like my eyes are in an old cinema screen watching…

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Unzipped

This rigmarole we play this useless game of find the Queen what I have seen needs looking at. The carpetbaggers tag me the killers body bag me I’m never going to get free so fuck ’em all. A nihilistic tendency to chop the feet from under me, if there’s a bigger picture it’s one I…

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Online now

Waiting here for Wenceslas and I thought I’d seen his carriage pass but I must have been mistaken. The old King from a Christmas time who cast his story far and eyed the caravan, though not a holy man he saw significance in t he star that danced above his head. If he ever lived…

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Crossbow central

No go no show or go slow no one is interested and no one will know. I’m going down the escalator into London Town the eviscerator cutting a dash. No one told me in the last century that this one would be just as bad. The same old shit they just changed the numbers to…

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Ouija what?

Messages from the grocery store, we sell tunes written by a wandering troubadour nothing much here and I’m looking for more messages from the grocery store, And at Christmas, we’re broke on the cross all about profit and loss bastards out there do not give a toss messages from the grocery store. four degrees we’re…

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Watford gap

Between the platform and the train and here I stand again nothing’s fair or do I have a jaundiced view? you read I write along the roads that lead to midnight and we’ve all gone there down the unlit avenues where you’ve shivered in your fright along the roads that lead to midnight this is…

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Philip the philosopher

There’s no closure this is the exploding edifice the imposing of another what if and it’s all about me the sea of faces washing over me the crashing of waves the humanity the futile gesture this texture of my life gritty rougher around the edges but I am being given a softer contour older age…

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The shuffle

Tuesday once more into the bleach my friends and hope that this day ends quite cleanly. ‘Do you mean me?’ if the cap fits grin and wear it. I could tear this apart not even start sink into the hole go back on the dole but why would I do that? Because you’re a twat?…

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Poem 11

The barking dog outside is called Spot and like all Spots he really annoys me I’ve probably upset Spot by saying that but like all Spots he’ll forget me and go on barking. I forget who I am Spot does not and remembers when it’s dinner time just to be awkward he’s stopped barking now…

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Beaks

I would have preferred to have my sentence deferred and not be suspended as I am on the long rough rope supplied by the kindly old hangman. The judge never saw it that way…

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Genies

I wanted the bright lights, but the day started grey because as we all know Winter’s that way inclined. I don’t mind really I don’t, I won’t get upset I will get myself dressed then I’ll go out of the door and and Summer has gone, hasn’t it? no more soft lit suppers on the…

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