The great bear

We only start to live when we start to die and I guess this means from the day we’re born, there is no settling in period unless you count childhood and when you’re very young you can’t count anyway. I count the minutes because I’m old and they’re familiar, like the many stars which I…

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Engaging in a weird kind of way

Getting old, an acid tongue I write for money not for fun, the joy has gone along with youth, I have wrinkles growing wrinkles on my wrinkles and that is the sad truth. A bit of license used because I get confused, and now as I recall this isn’t me at all…

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Trailers

  The tunnel caved in and the sky began to spin as it spat me out somewhere in East Berlin. Watching as the wall became a second curtain call and the cast became the prisoners of war. Everything in time is time, which is the reason and perhaps the rhythm in the rhyme. all I…

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