Breezes

Taking me beside a becalmed sea on an afternoon estate, but I wait for the atoms to smash and the storms to arrive, I survive only in a half forgotten melody that mother used to sing to me. And yet these cartwheels I turn, turn me about to race the wind. Time travels slowly between…

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It’s all up for grabs

On sale to the highest bidder and glad to get rid. When you’re down on your uppers you won’t get up taking downers, leave the pills and take to the hills, they’re the safest bet. This day lasted forever Wednesday always does, but the sun goes down on London and the town will sleep. Lot…

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Casting

What do you want from me? someone shouts, poetry and just supposing I had some prose in me would that count? someone shouts, Next…

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..and then it was Monday

I pick up a pen again or just go to sleep again like Rip Van Winkle. Twinkle, twinkle, one each eye because I don’t want to overdo or undercook that book that’s in the offing. I shall sleep on it and whatever it may be it’ll come to me, it usually does…

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Canned kebab

Tried it, roasted baked boiled I even fried it, have you tried it? If there was ever a plan for a man to eat spam they’d have found a new way to prepare it. Reggie went Veggie and Megan went Vegan, which doesn’t rhyme because Reggie never took the time to understand what a Vegan…

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Spooks

The ghosts have gone moved on, away, and I for one am glad to say hurray, but quietly in case they hear me, one must be careful…

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Fairground attractions

Cut me a carat let it sparkle for me. Craftsman draughtsman It’s the way they heft the axe man everything is cut away. The evening exploded into a cross section view of what you were doing, quite interesting, but what really got to me was the way that they shot at me and not one…

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Picture cards

Some other time the alphabet would get in the way of what I really want to say. It’s making a prisoner of the abstract, the reflex thought, the mirror caught in a reflective mood. Like echoes off the walls my shadow calls to me, garbled A’s and B’s and C’s he’s just like me my…

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The disciple

It is the knowing right from wrong and how long it takes to make the distinction. When you walk in dead men’s shoes losing track of time what was and no longer is becomes forever mine. I only touch on truths by chance they usually stay well hidden, but when I set my mast to…

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Cats cradle

Images and Icons, get your Nikes on we’re going for a run. something Icarus or precarious about squinting at the Sun, shades required. He’s still there at Trafalgar Square, pound coins in his hat and pigeon shit in his hair, not, going anywhere so why should I care? Some try to tell me, I don’t…

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The night train

of thoughts, but then you reminded me of all those things that had blinded me when all that I find to see is you. Memory is trickery, a bit ‘hickory dickery’ when the clock is against me. If age is the slipstream then the jet age was my dream, but I woke, flamed out and…

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Burial at Pompeii

When they kill you for a ten dollar bill will you ask for a receipt? Along parquet floors in stilettos through doors into rooms like the last room before. What changes a day makes to the dark left behind us when the night cannot find us. But they’re all ghosts in grey all passing one…

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Tiling

Saturday night was left right there in a ribbon tied up at the very top stair and Sunday, it’s gone! what’s going on? perhaps the ‘Borrowers’ have tomorrow as a special kind of day, but it’s only a Sunday, that’s what I have to say…

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Jumble sale.

It was blue and I knew it could not be a sea and the waves that I saw were not people waving to me I drowned in it anyway. Seeing things in colour when the colour’s not there and it’s all in the mind which is slightly unfair, but definitely blue and no plastic bags…

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Passengers

Socrates, the philosopher not the footballer, although I guess they both kicked things around, one on the field of play and one back in the day when philosophy made for a great party. me and ‘crazy horse’ civilisation? tea? but of course and a Garibaldi. Brokers. Carving the dinner every one a winner except for…

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Daisy chains

We could always go fishing, he said, wishing there was something else they could do, but fate had denied him the chance to have pride in an imagination that did not exist. Stretching out like a cat uncurling flexing. I used to do it if you can believe it stretching out like a flag unfurling…

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2019

Looking back on easy is not so hard when things get tough, that shuffle thing I do when largactil’s running through me and I’m not so sure I am me is okay, The cotton wool that fills my brain becomes the wadding to ease my pain and whatever pill comes next is not that bad…

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Tuned in

Feeling it? I am though not a lot just a little bit. Tubes. He looks like him off the TV flat cap and an Emmerdale CV but it’s probably not him at all. Red riding hood looks good I have to admit but there are wolves everywhere so don’t sit over there you’re safer near…

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