Defrag

I have deleted most of the memory of the thoughts that arose in my head, and have cast off the chains but remembered their names, renumbered in slumber those giants who sleep. I may bleat but don’t think I’m a sheep that will willingly go with the shock of..and you know what, you’ve got to…

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The teller and the tale

It looks like them bastards got away with it and we’re being left to pay for it, not one of them has served a day for it. That’s a helluva club to be in. If sin is not sin it seems the greedy bastards win and we get a dollar a day. That’s a helluva…

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Walkabout dreamtime

There’s a fantasy and she follows me, it may be a reality but that’s just a technicality, I see her as my fantasy it’s easier like that…

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Damage control

The impact assessment by the assessor of impacts detracts from the initial impact. You can’t unbomb a bomb and when it’s dropped it’s gone. This is like unkissing the kiss and ‘the Kiss’ is something one should never unkiss. The tower. I fall into it, climb up just a bit sit and decide if I…

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Sidewinder

I feel sometime like ’89 and others 1962, through each Alice looking glass I pass and see, ’45 and 1923 roaring in and out of me, whistling down some avenue near 5th and Main, see how I’m blue and full of pain and the year of sometime begins again, but where I share this little…

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The estate

Commercial poverty an empty property? there’s money in muck or so they say. Vacant faces say it all no need for writing on the wall and who could read it anyway? Education in the pay of politicians. They dumb us down to line us up to knock us down, intelligence is frowned upon and yet…

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Mixer

Picasso palette blue, you and I, the summer, early morning sky painting dreams on a passing butterfly. Perfect…

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Blip

I, the transponder, the dot, moving the signals. receiving, a spot in the air, sometimes here, sometime there, emitting, cutting through silence, the dot. It’s not what we are or where and not that I’m bothered if anyone cares, I, the transponder, sometime like alltime responsive, the dot. The program reprogrammed initialised and so far…

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Heatwave

Potage Parmentier, the smell of it everywhere and you just know that the summer is here, cool ginger beer and a dip in the pond, though I’m fond of the beer and not so fond of the pond, an ice cream cone, days away from the home and the smell of ozone by the sea…

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A desperate hand

A foreverness, a looking glass that looks into endlessness full of emptiness, unhappiness and a corner, chipped, that spreads the image resigned to hopelessness. I have an empathy with these things that look but do not see, these minutes fixed to an eternity, if I am free, If I unwind, if I ever find the…

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Gazump

Ballerinas on points on the point of a pin and the Angels, poor Angels don’t get a look in…

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Catching quicksilver

There’s a cotton wool ball where my head used to be, runny eyes, runny nose and that’s how it goes on a Wednesday in May, I may take a hot drink I think that I will with some lemon and honey, I may take a pill but as yet I’m unsure if there’s a cure…

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The optical collision

After all we’re just an accident of interstellar dust that fell to earth and formed a crust and out of this we rose to be the cruel man of humanity, but each tide turns as do the stars about the universal scheme, this accident, this birth, this fall to earth, this dust, this crust is…

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The neighbourhood

There are those down the bookies and them in the butchers and they’re all a bit hooky, a right bunch of wrong ‘uns, young guns. The police don’t have a clue, but you know what? they’re all tooled up too, and what for? for a war on the streets blood down the drains, making widows…

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…that hidden thought

I always die before we sleep, a minute more in which to keep you in my sight a moment longer in your light. I always die before we sleep the way in which the deep night falls as darkness calls me and I sink into your eyes I think that everybody dies at least once…

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September…

…or last night it doesn’t matter much because neither time was quite right, but it will be whenever that might be and here or there or wherever we are, whatever we do and become, you and I will learn to fly and together we’ll soar over the mountain tops, explore the rainbows and I’ll watch…

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Elements

There is chemistry but she’s testing me, periodically we sit at the table and talk. I walk her home she drives me mad, then she pouts her lips and my world slips a gear…

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Pacmen

There’s a program that they’re building and it’s filling all the blanks in while erasing all our memory, they’re rewriting us a history, selected from an almanac taken from a better time or so they say, but it’s a fiction fostered by the state to keep the populace in place and happy as can be,…

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Cruise control

In the confusions which pass through the glass of my eyes and where the smoke puts a choke hold on me I wrestle with my identity and if it fits me or not. An Illusion which goes by the name I am known but never shown to the people at large, there’s a hope I’ll…

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