‘..and he walked a crooked mile..’

This could have been written in Wapping but it wasn’t it was penned in ink by a stranger I met who was cleaning his face with battery fluid, I asked him if doing it that way extended his life, he shrugged and said, what else is there and who cares anyway? I watched his life…

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Jagged sparks

You must thinks it’s a game as I pick up the pieces to start writing, a shame it is not. Serious stuff when your mind’s had enough and the voices won’t stop, I try to pen out the shout try to tell them it’s not always about you, I let the blues in and lose…

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{I have lit beacons for sailors}

I have lit beacons for sailors and drank rum with lost Captains watched albatross wander across lonely dark seas. I have followed the North star, vied with the trade winds been becalmed in still waters and swallowed by storms. Nothing prepared me for the dangers I now see getting old is the pits Davy Jones…

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Writing the picture

I saw myself from a distance drowning in reflections in a playground with my best friends on a see-saw on my own. I waded through the ripples and found a girl I used to know but I don’t think she remembered me just the way that some things go. I could photoshop some memories but…

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