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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Boys

We could have flipped a coin for it or see who could spit on an ant for it, but we fought for it and no one wins in an unfair fight, she was right we were just being stupid, ha and Cupid is so bright? I was never sure what ‘it’ was. but probably or…

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Elevenpence ha’penny

Redacted constricted contracted restricted. We are all being closed down it’s a drop out a cop out and we are the objective. We the collective disintegrate under the mighty weight of the state. Machinery? We are the cogs in obscenity but does it bother me? I am a tree growing wild and think I’m free…

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Push down and twist

Drugs that will keep you awake or make you sleep tight, drugs that will give you a hard on all night, drugs that will open the doors to illusion, drugs for confusion. Happy? take drugs Sad? take drugs. Let’s give a big cheer for the chemical freer. Drugs that will bind you, drugs that will…

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42% charged

You can read on it, feed on it but if that’s all it took we’d be fucked when the real thing comes a knocking. Live it, deliver and give it a go, it’s any which way if you know. I knew it years before the new age was twenty when I had plenty of time…

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Swiping on

Eventually, as the crow flies before everyone dies of boredom we’ll all get our skates on and take the lead in someone or others Facebook feed. I’m whistling Dixie hoping someone picks me. It’s not so bad being last in the queue, there’s no one behind you to stab you in the back. I see…

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Vitamin D

(20 minute poetry) You were never really a touchy freely kindhearted diet lite sort of person were you? A man who digested fat like it was fashion and that was the limit, the outer ridge was the fridge which you raided at midnight, getting tight on you, down out of sight and you believed it…

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Freelance

She makes with me eye contact in protracted conversations and I stutter out my yearnings in confetti flavoured feelings, then she takes my hand in friendship which is more than I could hope for, walks me off into the forest where the trees are waving signals in search of semaphore induced survival, and we lay…

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Level minus 39

Sometimes I have to escape and to do that I turn and look inward, In the offices of my mind where the inner self can unwind, there is sanctuary. I listen carefully to the beat of this butterfly heart, even then barely starting to make sense of it, it, being the reasons I make to…

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Snuggling up

It’s sheet drying weather outside, together we tether the laundry to the line, clothes pegs are fine, and if all else fails I use nails. The sun sneaks in through a hole in the sky, shy? I think so, the winds still blow, the bed sheets dry. It will be one of those days we…

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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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