Building the Ark

No signs here or there, I wonder. But after the wonder I realise it’s gone so if life goes on can you tell me where? I searched high and low in the graveyards of woe off the cape of no hope and still couldn’t see. What if what if is not to be and no…

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The pyramid fixer

Using the art of triangulation I plot what I think’s my position, the universe thinks differently and expands my point of view. The creator, a failed realtor or what? Celestial snooker. To lose one world is unfortunate and so on and so on, but it goes on and in the end it will end nothing…

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Cinder toffee

Coffee’s done and I’m about to be, Werk or work when I put my glasses on passes all understanding. if it’s the opium of the working class I should abstain. But I’ll go again what else? perhaps I like the pain or maybe it reminds me that all that glitters is usually hoar frost. Lost?…

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Square bottles

The chicory coffee sounded good to me a little bit ‘Camp?’ well, maybe, but who could blame me for having two cups?…

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Thoughts on the engineering

We rupture, breaking hearts and bleeding vessels, but we mend somehow and carry on to break again, bleed again and lead again into another break. There’s lots of reasons why we don’t give up and die and all of them because we’re not just men emotional unstable or dysfunctional, but because we all have hope…

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Push one three three

If I ever see what’s in front of me then I’ll know it’s not there when the air shimmers. Glimpse? yeah glimpse is for wimps, but the spirit rocks me to sleep and in the crying comedy of a cosmic tragedy I dream of Troy. Running out of time and upside down the clock ticks on…

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Methylated spirits

The down and out’s up and about a dog end on the street no spare change no change at all or none that he will meet. and today is yesterday but by another name tomorrow’s just the same as well from the mill towns washing pills down easing the aches away a week ago tomorrow…

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Lucky strike

The outlaws yellow gold and painted whores digs and rigs and mountain men. We went mining refining dining on dirt gambling the shirt on our backs glasses and cork good news loose talk killers and drillers. The stores that sold or so it was told everything under the Sun…

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The high lonesome

vapour trails disintegrate I wait and watch them go, why do aeroplanes when overhead appear to go so slow? It’s only life I’m looking at and that don’t bother me, I’m disintegrating slowly like the vapour trails I see. On my fifty things to do list of which I missed so many, I think the…

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Justice

I’ve caressed many a handcuff just resisting arrest stuff, but I was chained anyway on the day that we met, under her guard now and how much I love it, wow why did it take so long?…

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Wise men

monkey see monkey do monkey want to be like you. I know you’re there wrestling thin air we all are. doesn’t doesn’t cut it anymore and couldn’t couldn’t do what the monkey wanted to I think we’re screwed see no be no we know nothing…

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From the song

‘We shall overcome’ When the Sun sends out its last rays and the days we loved come to an end we shall overcome and find the answer to the mystery of who we are and why. and to die then is to live again “I do believe”…

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Pop

A white collar day holiday tradesmen get one too I’m at my best about this time take a line to make rhyme and coffee comes in handy which doesn’t rhyme at all. It’s still Sunday though, but don’t let that fact stop the fun the carnival’s not over yet it’s not even begun…

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Coiling springs

If you could look forward and see yourself looking back, wouldn’t that be a neat trick? Time dilation aside would you like to ride on that exploding mass? Or to pole dance on the edge of a black hole where no light escapes and be as blind as a mole. Peaks and troughs as the…

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Loose ends

Complex animals, parenthetically simple beings. skeletal frames that hold inside the beating rhythms of life and life itself holding on to the frames which fix together the flesh, We’re diagnosed from birth with death and there’s no cure for it yet, but living forever doesn’t look like a good bet either…

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Space debris

Whatever it is it’s on the way, tomorrow next year who knows? but it is coming and it’s coming here. How do I know I’m afraid of what I don’t know?…

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Tarot number four

You’ll get old and cranky don’t thank me yet. You’ll forget what? you will forget. You won’t work and you won’t work you’ll repeat yourself yourself it’s a stretch to say the bottom drawer becomes your top shelf failing health You’ll get old and cranky…

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On holiday

it’s the way that you do things and the faces you make and your words that play music that keeps me awake. how long the night seems when I have only the dreams here for company…

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Fruit flies

Her teeth shone, whitened by commercial paste, but no whiter than the briefs she wore, eyes that closed too many deals and before the ink was dry closed several more. To tell me is to make me and if I make a new strategy you will see that then not tell me, so my strategy is silence…

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