Sunday night somewhere

We’re going to reach that point where all things odd become my equal when the powers that watch over us will demand of us a sequel and the roller blinds will come down as sure as the sun sets a mill town where education comes a poor second and the water’s still brown because the…

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Summer fetes

Sunlight only shows up the streaks in the dust and she throws that up in my face, ‘why don’t you clean up?, ‘clean up or clear out’ I really hate the Sun. But I must learn to shut up and shut out the chatter and plan where I’ll scatter the ashes. Love’s quite peculiar more than…

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Rag and bone man

There is an ocean in this scrapyard that is laughingly called me and I’m wading through this fractured hulk somewhere all at sea, but even junkyards have their uses though they’re difficult to find, I have lots of time to waste and really, no really I don’t mind. A souvenir shop by a cafe who would place…

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Made in Britain, probably.

‘I want that one’, said someone and no one replied, ‘you’ll get what you’re given’ and someone’s hands were tied. I dream of high wire walking across Niagara falls. I fell and wouldn’t you know the water far below swallowed me and so a Jonah I shall be ‘but you’re a Romany’, said Heather, who…

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