14 degrees

It used to be much worse than this, we’d sit beside the open fire and listen to the choir of winds that sung outside the kitchen door and Dad would give us kids what for if we wished that there were more of it. The seasons all roll into one and each one mirrors the…

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Mutating on the commute in

Stupid in the tube again, sardines, but no brains and then the key turns on this can and I swim out. A crowd in here and I can’t hear myself think out aloud in here and it smells a bit like I smell on a Saturday morning when I’ve been through some hell the night…

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Blue lighting

One isolation ward, a metallic cord attached to the monitors that monitor how isolated one can be. One infirmary concrete pylons wearing steel plated nylons, some fancy shades, cutthroat blades uniforms and uniformity, I will be in the isolation ward listening to the machinery alone…

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What’s on?

Hoodies oh goodie I’m in for a treat, I shall pull up a chair and put up my feet the show is about to begin. In the red corner is dopey, he looks a bit ropey, wouldn’t trust him with a dog on a lead. And in the blue corner weighing in at some tonnage…

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Syria

Syria. It’s a worrier and no wonder I can’t sleep. Do we stay out or do we go in with ‘boots on the ground?’ Harold said, ‘this won’t affect the pound in your pocket’ that’s torn it, the hawks will have orgasms, but no win, no fee or should that be no win, no free?…

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Fighting demons

It’s because nothing is real that I feel like I’m coiled in a spring, sprung in a Hopkins type rhythm, has the poet risen or is he still in the void? Oh but there is death in the typhoid that holds no malice, dead and so young and one more rhythm sprung. I have in…

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The travel log

Destination procrastination, Unplugged I shrug off daylight hours, though barely half awake I’m more than sound asleep. Talk’s cheap but costs the earth for those who silent since their birth can only sit and watch the world go by. But chit chat’s not all that for those unplugged, another shrug another hour can’t find the…

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Adam

Like a bedouin in the garden of Eden, roaming around with Eve and breeding. And sin waltzed on in. ‘hey take some of this’ Paddy tells me that the kiss of a sinner’s the same as that of the saint ‘cepting one’s very good and t’other one ain’t. To be sure the pure took a…

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Commuted

(20 minute poetry) Rush Rush pushed in and crushed in I’m standing no seats. It beats me every time I’m good I stand in line I queue It’s what polite people do, but these morons with blank looks don’t play fair. I care less about them than they care about me any fool can see…

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A mind in its own

Back in the home and I’m soaked through the skin to the bone, my teeth such as they are are by far the liveliest thing about me, chattering away as if this isn’t a krap day. She is there to take my chill and her will is stronger than mine. Once upon a very late…

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Intertwined with time

Life, we watch it, we grow, bodies once quick now slow and sometime home for the mildew, sometime the droppings of mice, sometimes the whispering of loved ones and that’s always nice. We live it, it gives us the opportunity to form friendships and be a part of life’s community. What is there not to…

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Natural wonders

Songbirds sing songs, from the branches of the trees in the sky across the seas they fly to bring music to my ears and tears to my eyes. Every stone I skim river I swim roads I walk words that I talk do not compare to the birds in the air in the trees across…

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Raising Cain

This is what it’s for and if it’s war, that of Megatons if bombing runs are measured that way in the rule of the old school tie Conservative party lie kind of way who I wonder are they in the pay of? Arms dealers Life stealers? Guns for money and isn’t it funny how politicians…

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Black Friday

Trip over the feet of the man at ‘Marks’, fast asleep in the doorway, a pretence of a lay-by on a street where the days fly away a cardboard canopy for cover, we don’t know how lucky we are. Familiar sounds of the family around me, turkey and the trimmings, brimming with joy toys for…

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Ego

I can see me in 3D, my eyes are a stereopticon my outside becomes the skeleton and I dissolve in the inside…

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Pop-up Christmas crackers

When I crack a smile the whole world breaks into laughter, the afternoon is the best time to wallop a punch line and grin as the grins begin getting wider and wider and the world is beside you and laughing along. I saw the night watchman a Scots man move on a tramp who then…

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Balance

In the bathroom, incense and oils, in the kitchen the kettle boils. I smell coffee she smells poetry…

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Dangerous times

When the talking is done When the shit hits the fan When the lights all go out. The strategy is to make us see our brothers as enemies, which frees the blame from the ones who start wars in my name. We collude with them by buying their lies by learning to despise, by seeing…

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March ’87

Eating at High-Tech Burrito just outside of Sausalito and enjoying the Californian air. Listening to the news about poor Dino as I sip a cappuccino, not a care in the world and the sky is oh so blue. That sounds heartless, but there’s nothing I can do ‘the boy’ is gone…

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The harvest

The stone against stone that grinds and is blown as grit upon the shore where the sea asks and gives more and the land takes and the grit makes… ..on the beach we teach our children how dangerous the sea is, how deep as if we knew and how do we keep our children safe?…

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