Fire damage

You have to remember that some members of a team have star status, they’re not like us they don’t lose out, we are the fractured supposedly inured to loss and pain. It’s the same over and once more and what’s more there’s no relief. It is my belief that everyone should be treated like they’re…

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Another Gerald

We can all go swimming in the plastic sea with lego man and his family. Grammarly says lego should be with a capital L I told Grammarly to go to hell see I can spell and my words are my words except for grammarly and lego but there you go we can’t all be perfect…

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Sweet dreams

Underneath the forest’s evening scowl the wolves howl and the chickens go home to roost. The deer dear to me jump crazily the squirrel squirrels away its nuts and it is nuts sometimes at night times when the predators prowl underneath the forest’s evening scowl…

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When Tuesday falls

I think we’ve all had that feeling of feeling nothing. Emptied like the dustbins used to be and yet full of foreboding as if someone is loading a twelve bore with a cartridge and your name is on it. And feeling that way which is one way to feel do you feel like kneeling and…

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Blizzards

Ever watchful, the third man and we knew there was one that always followed on behind snow blind, but able to see the future paths laid out for me…

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Group hugs

One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along and then one gets fixated on something again. I suppose some sort of balance comes when one can balance up the sums of one’s existence. The existential being is one that I’m not seeing although there’s something of the spiritual residual. If in the letting…

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Chapter 4, verse 1

Holy week, another chance to torment those who seek redemption. Hang your cross of Jesus on the wall ( a double execution) as if crucifixion was not enough…

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Poem 55

Soothsayers sightseers hands up all you volunteers we’re going in when time is thin upon the ground and frost is thick within the air and when your heart begins to pound nobody hears ‘cepting the volunteers but they’ll skate or skirt around you if you don’t sign up on the line I was a time…

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The clog dancer

Saturday seeps slowly through these Venetian blinds which are made by an Italian family resident in Birmingham. I think Saturday creeps in silently anyway, earlier in the garden that’s actually a balcony with potted plants I watched the Sun such as it was go down. Time loses something in the telling of its tale where…

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Postcards from Ecuador

The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for. I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all? Then the…

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Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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Peeling paint

It is never too late to put off what can’t wait. but I’ll wait just to see if that’s true and no wonder I’m blue when I’m looking at you when you do not know that I’m there but if you could see me in what was to be me, would you care anyway?…

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Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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Who killed Kenny?

We stare into the pit as the pendulum slices another bit and there’s less of you now than there ever was. Oz isn’t real and if you believed all the spiel that it was, tough. No medals for trying but lots for the dead are you dying to join them? and somebody said, “it’s a…

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Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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Private Solomon

If you don’t kiss her you’ll never know how much you will miss her if you don’t kiss her every day. I have fought my wars in the foxholes of scars that the knives left behind. She doesn’t mind me and leaves me alone while I find me and my thoughts at the last will…

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Zipped

the pounds that burn holes in my pockets are scorching me so can’t wait to spend them on a little debauchery or a lot of jiggery-pokery it’s Saturday and expecting more is a waste when space is at a premium. If romance is the spice is love just as nice? and what life without either?…

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Sale on again

Clothes peg Chloe. Modern rags in mackerel bags ooh shiny buy me now. Forays into window displays where mannequins make no sound. I do Oxfam because I’m a poor man, bargains galore left by the door, charity begins on the high street…

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The intro editor

And even if you do cry an ocean someone will fill it with plastics and radioactive elements because nothing’s sacred anymore. Three score and ten if I last until then I’ll be lucky. The bible’s been ripped up and used for cigarette paper the acts of the apostles? I think not. Nothing’s inviolate it’s all…

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Travels in the system

Under what wood? what’s good? it’s Wednesday and not the sort of day to make sport of. I’m on my way and there’s nothing new in that. Perhaps this collapse will find a new galaxy or just more burnt out stars Structures are the restraints that hold me down London Town being one of them,…

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