145 lite

Where it takes me South into the Sunlight or there into another night filled with dreams. Repeats She beats me every time. I go with the scarecrow and vote for the straw man the tin man the bin man at the crossroads anyone who promises something and nothing only to drop with my blood pressure…

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The saddle tramps

We used to be maverick quick on the draw and quicker on our feet, we were lone star taking it as far as we dared and not caring if anyone cared. what are we now? we’re in yesterday shoes reading yesterday news wondering who’s next. I won’t fall into the trap of thinking that’s that…

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Realtime

Facing my fears I have taken a huge step and years of worry have fallen away, ’tis true what they say that a single day can change your life…

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Tuesday in Torino

It broke and with it me, things do and then we mend if time kneels before the needy and if the clock turns slowly on the hour otherwise we stay broken, insights into the faraway looks that stay as scars fade and beds made to be undressed in hot flushes everything rushes by so fast…

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Options

Thinking I can outrun a bullet from the gun? well it would be fun trying, not much fun dying though when you lose. A lifestyle more sedentary, one in which no one’s out to shoot me would definitely suit me. I’m taking up macrame nothing there to harm me…

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Offcuts from the origami tree

When you think 18:49 is the time only to find it’s the year. put sixpence in a begging bowl and then find that it’s one big hole that you can’t ever fill. I’ve had my fill and yet I starve, in solidarity I must add with those who do not have and never will. I’m…

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Cinerama

We can project on any screen sights that we have seen places where we want to go and places where we’ve been but I can never get your picture right too much or not too much too light and conversations that we’ve toyed with give another problem, how can we replay the scene? subtitles cast…

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Uncle Jim

Side on he looks like a crab fisherman. rolling with the waves he saves a Woodbine to smoke another time and chews instead on licorice, I wish I was more like him more Jim than John, and then side on I’d look like a crab fisherman too…

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The bargee

On the towpath which is no path for the fainthearted is where it all started, watching the sticklebacks separating fictions from facts making several pacts with myself which in turn turned into chains and chained me to the troubles I went through. Catching the dragonflies making eyes at the jack pike like I knew it…

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Tracks

This is where they grew into the people that I once knew. Friday far away from the games we play, but close enough to touch, that’s as much as I know because I didn’t grow, remaining as I did in the shadows where I hid away, Friday. Cold outside and cold in here I can…

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Hubbub

When the crowd hems you in and your mind locks you in that’s the time to pull out the pin and blow the grenade you can’t save yourself in your current situation so shut down take a vacation see what tomorrow brings and tomorrow comes there’s a ringing in your ears but your eyes are…

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Other times

Silent they lay as the guns blazed away and quite oddly feeling the cold, among all those last breaths the slow and the fast deaths some held on. I wasn’t there but I read it somewhere perhaps on the train going home…

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The typing pool

It doesn’t matter whether qwerty or azerty letters from the keyboard have it within them to hurt me the impersonal of a personal computer opened and loaded with bullet points to shoot you and me see it really doesn’t matter does it?…

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Volume V

Artistry or archery run through an artery as I too run through a dictionary, some are born to be boring and others who just put their ‘oar’ in; I’m out there trying to score in the game that we all call a life, they wired me to the positive terminal; and primed me to explode…

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Nineteen thirty

When you can’t quite give it a name but you know it’s the same old same and you’re used to playing the game so you go right ahead. and where is here? far away or near? you’re never as certain as you once were When she sings like Al Bowlly soulfully slowly I think I’m…

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Camera

They’re right on your doorstep looking into your life they’re watching your children taking note of your wife and there is no way to stop them from snooping and prying if you move they will follow and find a new way to get in so you’re a tag or a label on the system that…

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From the lost diary of Franklyn Brindley

What we then thought was fact was, in fact, a fiction because addiction can make us believe what we want to. and it’s when the shivers run through you and the knives come to cut you and the doctors are trying to ‘nut you off ‘ only then do you think that there might be…

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Acting the goat

…and what about the coming of age when the whole wide world is one huge stage only to find you’re a bit part player, say! a fellow I know just got on with the show what would you do?…

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Pulp it

It gets slightly biblical more so than political when they talk about the judgment day and they argue anyway about when and what form it will take. I hope it breaks upon them when they’re taking tea at Simpsons or buying polo shirts in the Burlington Arcade but that’s not nice and so I ‘can…

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Tidal

It’s what I do collide into collude with and run through a gamut of emotions. You should try it don’t buy it? no neither do I, but we get by the best way that we can and sometimes during a breakdown we realise that being a man is bloody hard work…

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