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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