Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on until the mountain’s are all but gone and the seas turn their backs on the land Daylight will crash and break and inhaling shards of white glass will take my breath away and it’s here for a day and done no point to linger on the journey we make’s just…

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The summer song

We’ll turn into parchment or vellum this heat is hell on your skin. Garters to keep up my socks pectoral muscles hard as rocks a stiff upper lip and an active mind i think you’ll find that I’m in working order. Not ready yet for the knackers yard or for the great referee to give…

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Earlier times

I’m trying hard not to think of taking a drink at this time in the morning but the day’s like a chasm that I cannot bridge and there’s two pints of electric sat in the fridge, voltage for my tonsils, how to justify this trying defeats me and the drink’s sat there leering, saying come…

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Runway number four

I wake to wingtips spreading out from fingers wrapped around a gun, the Sun decides to rise and risk my wrath, Monday blasts away and I’m shot down here to London, not like my home town but close enough with traffic comes and sleeping dogs that try to wake the sleeping policemen, Kentucky, pizza, ham…

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