Medicine men

I bind the wounds but poetry bleeds out from me and I am dying slow, (slowly) (which makes it rhyme) But I never gave a rats ass if things rhymed or just fell flat, my life was this and though some say cat’s have nine lives I’ve had ninety three and to me that’s certainly…

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Orienteering

I never thought I’d get there to sixty two, but where the fuk am I? heading to the fountain watching as this mountain crumbles. he mumbles, fumbles in his pocket pulls out a handkerchief (initialled in the corner ) because one cannot be too careful wipes away a tear from the one good eye I…

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North

There’s nothing new in the rear view so whatya looking for? everything is ahead of you. Fight or flight? do whatever’ feels right. Chisel your names into the night and write your words in the sky they might not remember who you were, but they’re going to wonder why and where there’s passion life goes…

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Units of unawareness

Write a letter to yourself and where you think you’ll be in eight years time, the therapist told me it would unlock something in me and so I wrote that letter and put it under the clock on the marble mantelpiece. Today at five forty three it occurred suddenly to me that the time had…

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Side effects

I am cocktail shaker pill taker, doctor and his orders that have to be obeyed. Listening to someone yodel but I don’t know who it is. The tablets, though not made of stone could build a wall and I think of this when I’m not thinking of you, when I’m home alone not watching home…

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