Glued

Stay here with me to watch the moonlight and stay here with me until the sunlight sets the two of us free lay here with me tonight…

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Fuelled up

let’s just do the oil slick trick the slip on, slide in, ride off kick. sounds like fun to me. If I’m heading to oblivion I want to see the way ahead or just go quietly in my bed, undecided because I never tried it, and did you ever notice that it’s always the perfume…

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Lay back and think of poetry

Iniquity comes here to sit with and talk to me and I’m at a loss to explain how it knows my name. If a bit of pain does you good I must be  in a stupor feeling fuckin’ super anyway she’s to blame because, and the reasons elude me when I strip down to be…

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Tin pan alley 1924

The demise of western civilization seen through the eyes of a smug corporation where mutual admiration eases tensions manages stress is I guess what’s happening now blame it on the conspiracies, these are the things we missed when looking for monsters. The East fares no better where they’re hung by the letter of law. Basically we’re…

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Overstuffed pillows

  When you’re working and you realise that you’d be better off on the ‘brew’ and there’s always too many fuckin’ managers with not enough to do.  …

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More secretz?

What’s eating at your conscience? or more to the point what’s eating at mine? All the time and that’s a lot of time something awkward decides to dine on me and my conscience. It’s impertinent not to firstly ask permission. Anyway, whatever, something chews on yours the same as it chews on mine, I suppose…

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One grain

If this is a victory then let me entertain you with poetry in the aftermath where I lose but who’s never done that for a bet? Underwater photography is not for me, but I’m sinking in silver and the moonlight’s a sliver, like a fish in the river back home. Lost again in a different pain,…

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Apprenticed

To develop from the negative into the positive definitive, ah the infinite divine here’s to me and mine you and yours who open doors and make the time for time to take the time to develop…

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It’s complicated

Is who like who you like? who’d that be? like you don’t know? no way do I know, no? so who likes you who you like?…

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Chewing the cud

Bank Holiday Monday is like Sunday without the bells almost quiet but not quite there’s a slight murmur down on the corner where a crowd is gathering (and I bet it’s not corn) all ears I strain to hear but it’s too far away which is a bit like Friday on a Bank Holiday Monday…

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Is that you?

The shadows lift away as the sun climbs higher and she’ll say, is that you? who else could it be? when she says, let me think, I sink into the abyss where bliss is unknown to me she says, only joking. we jibe and poke but it’s just shadow smoke that lifts away…

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Indian inkwells

Last night I fantasised that I was swallowed by your eyes, a dream it seems but oh how real to almost feel you feeding on me. Tell me who does not dream and I’ll show you an empty tomb. flesh and blood I am. And then I wake and have to shake my head set free…

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Screaming reels

The nickelodeon for two was a dime, Stella from Frith street sat with me on the back seat don’t remember the feature but she said, ‘I’ll meet ya same time next week’ it’s hard to wait when you’re sizzling at eight but I’ll be nine next time the next show will be mine…

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Fig leafs

Tell me what do you miss? what you missing the most? is it me? is it you? is it the last thing you post? what you missing the most? It’s temporal distortion when time’s out of space or is it a spiritual restoration that shows on your face? We pretend that we don’t know when…

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Distractions

I think you have to click it twice before the light comes on, the dimwit thinks, feck this. a..because he’s Irish or b.. because he doesn’t like to swear. and though he doesn’t like to swear he swears it wasn’t him out there looking through the window shade. I clicked it twice and saw the…

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The fifteenth twist

It all depends on who upends the apple cart. Start as you mean to go on and if it’s wrong start again, no pain and all that clap trap get the gist? or be like me and just get pissed waste it away ‘for a year and a day’ and sing to the moon. but…

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Blotters

I have written and write long in through the long night and the light from the candle warms my fingers as I speculate rewrite and wait ’til the new words start sinking in, Float like a stone? I do that on my own. When sex is not the question but the question arises haha two…

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Species

Sweat wet hot and sticky, a salt lick on a dry day or have it your own way and call it a tidal wave…

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Conflict

If balance is the bling then there’s nothing we can do, but balance on the midnight of the things we want and wonder when the daylight will break through. My razor’s sharp and ready though my hands are not too steady and the coffee’s long since cooled down in the pot. For hope to have…

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Lucky strike refinery

Top dollar bottom drawer I pick myself up from the floor only to get kicked back down again. Same old nothing ventured but we’re all being sold bit by bit coin raise your hand if you want the promise of the promised land. I want nothing more than to be top dollar bottom drawer without…

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