Impact status

So busy tracking the tragedy. I take my eyes off the screen in order to see that they’re even busier talking of fracking, we know that the ice shelf is breaking away cracking a bit more, a bit more every day, but they’re busy tracking the tragedy and have no time for me. I googled…

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North

Up in the Yukon they use gold balls for ping pong. Heavy duty. I wish they’d re-route me to there. Down here with Babylon truncheons and helmets on I wish that I was gone elsewhere…

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Abandoned

In the hardening of an artery where the blood once flowed, eternity stares me in the face but between that place and here which the Devil holds dear is a sanctuary, a get away with it all before the last knockings call kind of place. Hard walls and white walls, no satins, no lace just…

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Touching base

Time to open eyes, some surprise. Stare out to the day wish it would just fade away. What a night it was, can’t remember when I enjoyed a night so much must do it again. I stare out to the day. Who’s the girl I saw? she wore a frown, a wedding gown? and the…

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Pulse

Do you hear me in the wind that blows and when the night goes still can you feel the thrill of my words on your skin? In your inner ear are my whispers clear, can you understand how I feel if this wind is as real as the man can you weather the coming storm?…

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Strands

I play back on the eight track but the sound sounds so cold and now there’s the iPod it’s all gone digital I must be getting old. I had an eye pad years before when I was a little scruff it never played any music but it made me look real tough. The Walkman talkman…

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Crowbar

Off limits, five minutes I’m in. The original sin doesn’t count towards karma, Krishna or Rama and nothing is barred to the one who breaks through, who is it what do you do when the day breaks it breaks just for you and I never knew it at all. Off limits so call out the…

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In Memory of a fab dad

Twenty five years tomorrow, a quarter of a century but dad’s been there behind me watching out for me, it never seems to me that he’s not here, Woodbines and a pint of beer, the scent still lingers fingers on my shoulder guiding me and I got older suddenly by a quarter of a century…

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In the Summer

What are bra straps anyway? just things to wrap around a young man’s mind to blind him to necessity. But she, Oh She binds me in her chords using staves as swords and my words though picturesque are not so blessed. her music hits me sweetly, skips across my skin and frees the colours which…

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Twinned

Born to the dead heat to walk as a deadbeat trying to catch the Sun before the night meets the light that fades into the gloom, in a room in a chair he sits there making paper chains, blames no one, sees no one, dreams on a tin roof with the cat and the play…

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This ‘sceptered isle’

This ‘sceptered isle’ Born and bred into poverty to end their days confined in the Marshalsea, in debt for a penny to the Aristocracy, who with Jeweled eyes were unable to see the poor people living in poverty. With silver and gold, they paved streets so we’re told olde England with riches overflowed, not that…

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Sistine

There is another mikeˈlandʒelo on his back somewhere in Bow, painting skies which shine and glow, I know because I’ve seen him…

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On the second day

I have counted the gemstones in old men and blind men and rhinestones and bones of the dead many have said, how they shine how I wish, how I wish they were mine. oh my dear, when the time of a time not yet thought of in rhyme becomes clear and the hands of the…

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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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