Trappers

We will be claimed named framed by the windows in time, it all comes to him that waits, the red eyes are fine by me but don’t cry indefinitely, a pointless exercise when everyone dies feed the memories they live forever…

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Grenade launcher

Half starved by the cold or is it old age creeping in? is time pulling the pin on me? will the crack shot shoot back or accept his lot? I have still got questions that need answering so time’s not pulling the pin on me yet. This son of a gun has love keeping him…

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Overnight stays

Under a boat berthed on Brighton beach no one can teach you how to sleep like that, the tide was out the moon was full the bottle half empty and just as well because I was half cut. someone pulled a trick from the hat and put pebbles in my head. I make the bed I…

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Collapsing or capturing

A silhouette at the sunset of my day, far enough away so that my features become blurred, ‘the word’ moving into the memory where my destiny awaits me and set free into the company of those memories before me. I am shadows in the sunlit that flit through curtained windows I am magpie in the…

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Just a thought

What do I need the church bells for? Monday tomorrow reminds me it’s Sunday today. The faithful pray the innocent play the guilty pay it’s Sunday today and I’m staying in bed. well that was the plan but sadly I woke as a man and put this great notion behind me, you’ll find me in…

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