Another rain forest

I am not on the short list and now I lust for what I’ve missed and boy am I really pissed off. I see the colour if reality is red and like the rag to the bull I’d like to pull that list apart. But my realism is pacifism I have foresworn the tearing of…

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Gasping the last

They tell me ‘do or die’, but I think if it do it or try I will die so I’m staying away from the mind control men and then I can take things as things ought to be taken with ice, slowly stirred and definitely not shaken. This is the rule of thumb for the…

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Blood orange Moon

You go with life to see where life will lead you, but it cuts your throat and as you lay there bleeding you wonder what the hell this life is all about. Do we grow a second skin, put up a sign, let no one in? It’s on my mind. Do we shout it from…

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The Neptune queue

I take a breathing space to find my place somewhere out there, just in case I run out of time. The needle points less to pointless pleasure, I stick it to me what joy, what treasure. On the carousel I go round the circus we call hell and can you tell me why this is…

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The 21st penitentiary

Wars to settle old scores and there are no wars to end all wars, that’s a fallacy. The dead are blind and they can’t see. I watch it all on the TV brought and bought by CNN, C4 and the BBC, screaming, but they’re deaf to me a lonely voice unheard amid the glamour! Oh…

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X file

The truth isn’t out there it’s where it belongs in an eight by four cell caged and we’d do well to remember. Lies are the currency, they buy people like you and me, they sit on the fence of democratic pretense ready to jump this way or that. The truth isn’t out there, but what…

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What you looking at?

I am looking at me in the mirror about forty years ago I know it can’t be, but it is so and you think that it’s you? My sight is beyond and went through you and tomorrow the mirror that knew you will eschew you, do you see me as it was when I was…

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Evangelist

Armed and rightly dangerous religious and slightly pugnacious on the sidewalk the talk’s of the testament the rent being due on a Sunday. Molly, the soothsayer tells me that heaven is mine if I could be an acolyte of the almighty. My fiance is the goddess I pray to she’s the light that I see…

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More reflections

..as if the coat itself ugly at being worn bulged at the pockets torn by the wind, a felt collar felt like hard luck lead. Red buttons to ply into holes far too small as if the coat itself had grown tall as I grew into it. As if the coat itself was me…

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Interference

No one hears the noise, when the light breaks the sky no one sees, blind and we die in the night, I wonder why the day doesn’t break that way. Often I wonder where it’s leading me too and who could tell if they knew? This is the new age of war, sly and cunning,…

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Not dead yet

Someone made an effigy and they’re sat in a backroom sticking pins in me, in fits and spurts it blasted hurts, someone made an effigy. You get used to abuse and it ain’t no use to complain, but I do, who made the effigy? was it you? Vibrations. it’s all about the sensation you feel…

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Pain turns everything white

Something hysterical or maybe it’s classical music. I’m in the shower room plotting an overthrow this body just has to go soon. It all turns to dust, the days are getting shorter the night’s are much tighter I long for the lighter mornings to come. Something hysterical or me waxing lyrical while the sun burns…

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Leapfrog

I jump over the counter, a prescription to mount an attack on the pain in my back. Laid low where the day is slow and the night frenetic, am I a geriatric? so what if I am what if it’s true what if the pain in my back has nothing to do with my back…

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Loose change

Moving on and the new year will see me gone, pastures new you know, though I’ll miss you all I have to go, so long, I’m moving on…

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The lonely hearts section

Men seeking men, when did that happen? Men seeking Women, swimming in dangerous waters. Women seeking men, again when did that happen? Women seeking women, more dangerous swimming. I refer you to a line in a piece of my poetry, ‘I think the bedroom should be a forum for a woman to show a little…

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5th Legion

Every battle that I ran too was the dream that you walked into and the war fought was just me just seeking you, and you captured me and in your chains I lay down in your arms and cried and all the pain I cried out was for you, but the end was coming we…

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Northern Romantic

I shall have this dance and give it a whirl, you are the girl for me, but on a Saturday night at five o clock I go home to my mam for tea. I make you laugh you make me smile, your voice is a melody, but on a Saturday night at five o clock…

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Them again

Some people, some of them people need a smack, some people lack the necessary some people make me an incendiary, I don’t like some people. But some people are groovy some people really move me and get my respect. I detect that some people and some people look the same, the advantage to me when…

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Replacement hips

I make friends and yet I lose them and get terribly lonely. I let them down badly quite sadly for me. I make more and more and still close the door on them, am I destined to be one of those old men you see on a park bench all alone?…

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Off the wall

It’s insane to look in the mirror again, seeing is believing and I believe I see me looking at me ad infinitum and it’s insane, but I was right on the button…

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