That feeling

subliminal messages that come through the radiators, radio signals from space, and yet I can’t place that feeling I’m feeling and it feels like it’s all slipping away. old at twenty four and every door shut in your face. Too many beggars and not enough time too many bodies stretched out on the line and…

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Admit one

To give the Devil his due, that old demon lets everyone through. God’s got the ticket or rather he has a ticket machine, you pull out a number and wait in the dream for your turn, ‘have you been saintly? if not you’ll burn’ and you can’t tell a lie because your life’s been recorded…

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Too many harps

Every word a spear that finds its mark in here where the heart beats, where the ends of oceans meet and disappear into horizons not yet reached. who taught me to sing when I couldn’t speak and walk before I could barely crawl? who is it that knows it all? I call upon these present…

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It was never ready anyway

Waiting for the sun to start its dance across the Northern sky and wondering the way I do what is it makes me think of you? and all you really have to do is be there for me every day with light to guide me on my way. I dream and nothing’s real, but all…

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something and nothing

and then all of a sudden it was Sunday as if hidden away behind Saturday night. I’ll sleep until the church bells ring and wake and wonder should I or not put on my Sunday best, a two piece pinstripe, three if you count the vest ( it’s waistcoat you waster, someone says ) Sundays…

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