Falling silent

One day when this is out of the way and the way becomes clearer I will be nearer to thee. Jerusalem is many men where wars are fought lost and won and then fought over again. Passing the time with communion wine and a wafer that’s far too thin I am drunk to begin with…

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Terraces

Spitballs against the brick walls and flipping playing cards in the backyards of some time back then, between the factory and the clocking in there was a world out there waiting until the pithead led us down aways through the tunnels where the coal face looked grim. We grew up to throw out our dreams…

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Stones and statues

‘Suzanne’ was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality, a dream as yet to be as most dreams are. The chord like knots untied me and inside me I lived and died when she threw roses from her window but the morning flew by swiftly and…

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Fool proofed

One down and four more to go but I shouldn’t be counting the days, too many ways to lose myself and I choose to not do that. Trouble with numbers is, they give you a false sense of certainty when there’s nothing to be certain of. Some beads have gone from the abacus which bothers…

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Friar Tuck’s Balsam

Monday! I wouldn’t have it any other way, well perhaps or maybe Friday. I’m calling in a favour from a friend who voted Labour and I’m asking for a small piece of the pie. They can slice it any way carve it up into today all I want is one small portion of the pie…

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