The fiddle stringer

The wind growls at me and I scowl back, tit for tat. This and that’s okay if it helps you make it anyway that’s this boy’s view but you must make your own way and every day you’ll own. Never been down to ‘Red River Valley’ but it sounds a real homely place. You’ll have…

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Patchwork in progress

Colluding on this we join in a kiss. Following on because after all after the fall there has to be something. About the details, I never read the small print, anyway you’d have to squint and pull a face like a gurner to learn a thing from them. We continue in ignorance and in bliss…

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Pieces of eight

David on the treasure trail a pirate hoisting up the sail, but here with pots and pans cardboard boxes old tin cans I’m landlocked. I’ll keep taking all them pills believing as I do that’s ‘there’s gold in them thar hills’ like suds in water like there ought to be meanwhile David’s all at sea…

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In the shadows of yesterday

I recall some but definitely not all there was a lot you know and a lot more that I don’t. that’s the way of things and supposing remembering brings relief if only for a brief moment in time would it make me happier? Sometimes it’s better to forget regret only carries with it sorrow maybe…

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Instincts

They will take it not leave it beg, buy or thieve it and you’ll sit on your backside willing yourself to believe it’s not true you know the score, me. I’ve set store by the chimes and at time’s wished it otherwise wished it were candy instead of your lies and at the end of the…

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A torch is placed in on its fullest beam to pop my eyes and scream Halloween. A country bumpkin pumpkin pie a pot of cider to tide me by and she’ll sit here and sigh until I mend my ways and who knows when their ways are broke? this old bloke? you? me? no. she…

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Still life

I liked the flowers that sat on the table under the window a while ago and they weren’t you know plastic like they used to be they were picked fresh from the garden which had been planted a year ago which was a longer while ago than I care to remember. there’s something about a…

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Shacks and shingle

I want to spew out that white foam on the beaches I call home and flow raggedly back into the wild of the sea, I wanna ride bareback on them breakers, stake it all on the stallions who breathe water spray out from their noses. and to lay in the shallows where the shadows of high…

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Under fives

They took me out of the sandbox and made the world the playpit that I now play in a bigger sandbox bigger castles to build larger dreams to be filled with the nightmares of the day why say I? I say why? and it’s like that the same anyway you look at it, they’ll call it…

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Blind poker

Never learn the truth not interested in the other point of view there is only sin and only one can win, the lies that we were told the days when we were bold then winter came with cold, now it’s far too late and I am much too old, why did I hesitate? when fortune…

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Something in the water

The bells ring boldly they’ve sold me on Sunday what japes men in capes giving sermons to the sinners pot luck, pot roast I’m as warm as toast heading off to hell with a handcart for that old fart old Nick. Did you pick your nose? could have picked a better one ( another joke…

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Never to early

Allhalloween a time to remember the dead God save the Queen. Witches on broomsticks and Wizards with toads eyes on the beauties that walk down dark roads. I think a hot toddy for this stately body a toffee apple? well maybe, but I’ll wait and see if a spell’s cast on me before I take…

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The eleventh tablet

If it gets dark don’t we just put the light on until the darkness has gone? that’s good in theory but the illness that besets us makes us weary of these undefinables. I blow my bubbles trapped inside them and escape with the vapours that rise from without them a necromancer dancing to the dead…

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Offspring

Kids singing ‘twinkle twinkle’ someone ought to tell them how far away the stars are and for most kids who’ll never reach them we should teach them that it’s not the end. But these are the hand me down songs for the little ones, the ones that give them hope for the future, the songs…

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The weekend wake

The monsters hide behind the nightlight I long for the daylight, but escape through the skylight, there’s a slight slope to the tiles and I slide down, where down is many miles but not as many miles as there are monsters hiding. Look at me mummy, sliding over the starnbergersee, Idiot! that was Eliot. I…

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Mountains or molehills?

A joy to behold back on the tube train and not too cold, it still smells though of stale sweat and old beer sending a postcard, bet you’re glad you’re not here. Well I am, stuck in this cockeyed creation of man no room to move and nowhere I can go, why does the tube…

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The confusing aspects

The garden’s not been weeded something she did when time allowed, the washing line was full of sheets that billowed in the wind one time when time allowed and here I sit where I always did doing nothing. Time allows me this as time took her and the things I miss. It’s not the same…

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Hearts

All of your life while you’re looking for love, love is looking for you…

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The 04:02 coffee pot

They said, get engaged, make a start. be a part of the show, I in my wisdom did not want to know if time tells, it’s been remarkably quiet of late. they said, participate I asked them why?…

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