Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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Peeling paint

It is never too late to put off what can’t wait. but I’ll wait just to see if that’s true and no wonder I’m blue when I’m looking at you when you do not know that I’m there but if you could see me in what was to be me, would you care anyway?…

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Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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Who killed Kenny?

We stare into the pit as the pendulum slices another bit and there’s less of you now than there ever was. Oz isn’t real and if you believed all the spiel that it was, tough. No medals for trying but lots for the dead are you dying to join them? and somebody said, “it’s a…

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Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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Private Solomon

If you don’t kiss her you’ll never know how much you will miss her if you don’t kiss her every day. I have fought my wars in the foxholes of scars that the knives left behind. She doesn’t mind me and leaves me alone while I find me and my thoughts at the last will…

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Zipped

the pounds that burn holes in my pockets are scorching me so can’t wait to spend them on a little debauchery or a lot of jiggery-pokery it’s Saturday and expecting more is a waste when space is at a premium. If romance is the spice is love just as nice? and what life without either?…

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Sale on again

Clothes peg Chloe. Modern rags in mackerel bags ooh shiny buy me now. Forays into window displays where mannequins make no sound. I do Oxfam because I’m a poor man, bargains galore left by the door, charity begins on the high street…

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The intro editor

And even if you do cry an ocean someone will fill it with plastics and radioactive elements because nothing’s sacred anymore. Three score and ten if I last until then I’ll be lucky. The bible’s been ripped up and used for cigarette paper the acts of the apostles? I think not. Nothing’s inviolate it’s all…

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Travels in the system

Under what wood? what’s good? it’s Wednesday and not the sort of day to make sport of. I’m on my way and there’s nothing new in that. Perhaps this collapse will find a new galaxy or just more burnt out stars Structures are the restraints that hold me down London Town being one of them,…

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Magnetic lines

The play times were the best times times ten and I remember when it was playtime all the time and then the bell rang time and playtime ended hair short and grey but back in the day it was sunshine on hay, now a bit of playacting tracked in like mud on my shoes old…

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Friends

Dear old Mr Huggy you made me feel safe every night you kept me nice and warm when my mum put out the light the monsters didn’t frighten me and didn’t make me cry but I’m still sorry that I wet the bed and out you went to dry. Then you went to pieces fell…

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Paper swans

singing oriental songs that capture popular imagination. Drinking cocoa along the Yodo and Osaka is far away. The bullet train is real it’s the pain you feel that may not be…

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Chipped saucers

Changing position like shingle on the beach. We alter course alert to the least line of resistance most of the time. I was sitting in the Rendezvous dropping Benzedrine and drinking you in. That was eons ago or yesterday when we started slow in the Rendezvous, it’s difficult now to remember how things really were…

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Outsiders

Odd situations when we try to surpass our own expectations expecting a little bit more than being shown once again the door, I know what doors look like and I don’t need to be shown one. Tell the truth they told me only to scold me when I did, a case of do as I…

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The pitch

I pick up a pen to write and then the night calls me, literacy falls by the wayside I go topside, all’s forgotten in the heat where dark corners meet and congregate, the paper waits for an explanation I type my resignation under the lights of an examination by the typing pool. She uses oxymoron’s…

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Connecting rooms

Whatever you’re given today will be taken away and tomorrow? well tomorrow you’ll be back begging for more and that’s sod’s law. axioms to crack your bones and taxes then to take your homes, cardboard’s ‘cheap as chips’ free from local council skips. Underneath a Croydon sky watching the 747’s fly by why me? Where…

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Read instructions carefully before use

take slightly above the minimum amount for the maximum benefit, it’s recommended by those who recommend things which are recognizable by their generic names and we all know what they are. I swallow hard to keep my tonsils from falling out because I know that they’ll be taken if I don’t and don’t say that…

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Grand pianos

In that place which is North of normality where insanity’s just a formality I’m sat listening to Dmitri Shostakovich…

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Lights out at nine

When we’re lost for something to say because the way that words are, they don’t go far enough and all that stuff about transparency hides me from what truth there might be if I had the words to express the feelings that howl within me which I hold deep in my chest. Life is not a…

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