Buffer Zone

Poverty, food in the reclamation yard. Life’s tough, it’s hard to be full of energy when the meter is empty and all you see are the toffs who scoff at society. Poverty, cardboard caskets in the cemetery. There’s a niche between the have and the have nots, the place they throw away food and it…

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1 in 4 gradient

Up early with the spyglass on the hill to see the ships pass. The sun beams on me I sparkle like the blue sea. I love it here on the hill where everything looks clear and yet still think there’s something missing…

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Title optional

I read because I need the escapism, I filter through the prism and split, there are many lands in the multi bands of light I see and chapter three captures me. I love because I need the realism the social intercourse and interaction and again I filter through the prism and split, the opposites ends…

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Fifteen shillings to midnight

Every second locks us out from the clock that locks us in and we begin to see the crime of time, an accomplice to these thoughts of mine. The millisecond dilettante can’t change the fact that I’m being backed into the corner where the undertaker with his measure waits to stake his one and one…

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Isaacs apple

Dropping at thirty two feet per second per second the terminal velocity comes to mean quite a lot to me. If I have to hit rock bottom then I hope I’ve a long way to fall, I want time to call the bookmaker who will take a bet anti post or anti rock and will…

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Static lines

It may be the interference from transmissions lost long past the point of no return or it could be MI6 getting up to all sorts of skullduggery and devious tricks but whatever it could be it is probably affecting you and most certainly affecting me. The ringing in my ears and my nose being constantly…

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Vic

He is surface to air one minute here and the next up there communing imponderables with the imponderable one and then he’s gone and back again, it makes me dizzy. I wake to a rush and at a push or a shove I’d probably call it love which is fine by me, if I see…

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Night shift

Smoky grey under a pink lipstick sky and to one side and above me in the blink of an eye dawn breaks. A yawn takes me to that place how about you? I wake being early like the bird with the worm, but I catch the germ of an idea on my lips, ships leaving…

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Gay Pride, London 2015

Nelson gives that wry kind of naval guy smile as he watches them all down along Whitehall and I, the bystander standing still until the last casts another look, wide eyed to see the gay pride festival, best of all, no looting no stabbing no shooting just the hooting and the hollering and the crowds…

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Paintings in Peckham

The sun shines out loud in the kipper tie sky as clouds of orange peel puffs drift slowly on by, If I got as high as that kite up on Parliament hill I could chill with the zest of it, taste of the best of it but I’m stuck here and down in it watching…

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Section 4

Seeking asylum behind the wall and if Jerusalem should fall we’ll head off to a desert isle. I’m going to file that away for a rainy day which may be tomorrow, who knows. Down here in Le Havre watching ferries calve cars it all seems like madness to dream for a while of soft sand…

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The tower

I become once again the demolition man, falling apart, yes that’s just what I am. I live to laugh and to cry again to love and to die and to try again but I spoke too soon dry my eyes again, to love, to feel the pain and to die again. Your smile holds the…

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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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