Jules

The last act of the balancer, to dance across the rooftops bare holding hands with Maigret, dare we look? Skyscrapers may scrape away, but I see sunlight every day hear every word they say, as cold as concrete on pillows lay. The last act does not detract from the thousand and one acts which came…

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Wintergreen

No lullaby to send me to sleep, no stars in the sky just the tears as I cry for these things I can no longer keep. If a minute would last me forever and forever was here in my heart, it could start to explain why this pain that I feel lasts forever and will…

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Versailles

My heart is but the souvenir reminding me that you were here, but now you’ve gone, my mind plays tricks with stones and sticks my eyes see you, the image sticks, but now you’ve gone. If only I could wind back time, take back the words then we’d be fine, of this I’m sure, but…

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The cork tile.

‘what time is it’, said the wolf. why? asked I. with an eye on the beast and the other making a beeline for the door. The door seems to shrink the longer I think about leaving, but I’ve done enough grieving for what was before, time to open the door, step outside, take a ride…

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Jet is always black

This is no treasure map, nothing to hide but the words that are hidden somewhere deep down inside. No trinkets or jewels for fools to spend lifetimes in search of, just the words, some like birds, release and they’ve flown. I spout like a fountain or groan like a mountain that’s dying, yet in the…

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A scattering of leaves

In the house of the greatest of charity through the corridors, passing the sacristy, into the chapel where up on the balcony the Sisters of Mercy chant prayers for me. I sit humbly, no coins for the offertory a poor man in search of a history, in the house of the greatest of charity I…

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