In the end

I think I’ll be neutered they’ll slice me open take it all out and put in a suture the future looks grim. But I can still grin a Cheshire cat ain’t afraid of that but has to think twice about mice…

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Dilemma junction

What if it doesn’t snow how then will we know that it’s Christmas? baubles and bangles that dangle don’t mean much without that touch of magic. But the homeless hope less for the snow and more for the Sun, I understand the predicament they are in, bin surfing is like sofa surfing except in bins…

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On the foredeck

The end is by far and away the best place, the journey becomes incidental and the experience immaterial. The first steps as they say are the hardest even if you’re wearing sneakers. The hurdles placed, the obstacles faced and yet we have raced against time to get here. And if here is where we are then…

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Indigo Joe

Why anything? trying to find a reason to bring a song to my lips. Why anything when everything slips away and we’re framed in the doorway of tomorrow where yesterday is only a memory we think we had. Why anything if everywhere is the nowhere of no-mans land and the fatigue’ is the remnant of…

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The Sikorsky spin

The thoughts try to flee me but not before they flay me, floor me, try to slay me sometimes I wish that they’d stay with me to keep me in this turbulent state of mind, peace? yes I’d like a piece of peace, imagine me and seeing what I see in harmony with what I…

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Spinning with the spiders in the universal web

making patterns on the pavements drawing cartoons on the wall climbing up because that’s what we do before we take the fall and the fallen then rise up again to try again. The decades pass gout and gas what do we do it for? spinning with the spiders webs above the kitchen door…

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The family tree

Angels painting crosses on black doorways in the sky kisses for the homecoming? I wonder when and why if the sunlight hides in shadows and the night’s in open view who is it we wait for? are the angels here for you?…

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Idling speed

Does it ever occur to you that fate’s got it in for you and whatever you do you can’t win? What fate has in mind for me I’ll just have to wait and see. I am kind to old people, beggars, tramps dogs that piss up lamp posts and just about everyone I know also…

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The fiddle stringer

The wind growls at me and I scowl back, tit for tat. This and that’s okay if it helps you make it anyway that’s this boy’s view but you must make your own way and every day you’ll own. Never been down to ‘Red River Valley’ but it sounds a real homely place. You’ll have…

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Patchwork in progress

Colluding on this we join in a kiss. Following on because after all after the fall there has to be something. About the details, I never read the small print, anyway you’d have to squint and pull a face like a gurner to learn a thing from them. We continue in ignorance and in bliss…

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Pieces of eight

David on the treasure trail a pirate hoisting up the sail, but here with pots and pans cardboard boxes old tin cans I’m landlocked. I’ll keep taking all them pills believing as I do that’s ‘there’s gold in them thar hills’ like suds in water like there ought to be meanwhile David’s all at sea…

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In the shadows of yesterday

I recall some but definitely not all there was a lot you know and a lot more that I don’t. that’s the way of things and supposing remembering brings relief if only for a brief moment in time would it make me happier? Sometimes it’s better to forget regret only carries with it sorrow maybe…

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Instincts

They will take it not leave it beg, buy or thieve it and you’ll sit on your backside willing yourself to believe it’s not true you know the score, me. I’ve set store by the chimes and at time’s wished it otherwise wished it were candy instead of your lies and at the end of the…

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A torch is placed in on its fullest beam to pop my eyes and scream Halloween. A country bumpkin pumpkin pie a pot of cider to tide me by and she’ll sit here and sigh until I mend my ways and who knows when their ways are broke? this old bloke? you? me? no. she…

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Still life

I liked the flowers that sat on the table under the window a while ago and they weren’t you know plastic like they used to be they were picked fresh from the garden which had been planted a year ago which was a longer while ago than I care to remember. there’s something about a…

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Shacks and shingle

I want to spew out that white foam on the beaches I call home and flow raggedly back into the wild of the sea, I wanna ride bareback on them breakers, stake it all on the stallions who breathe water spray out from their noses. and to lay in the shallows where the shadows of high…

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Under fives

They took me out of the sandbox and made the world the playpit that I now play in a bigger sandbox bigger castles to build larger dreams to be filled with the nightmares of the day why say I? I say why? and it’s like that the same anyway you look at it, they’ll call it…

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Blind poker

Never learn the truth not interested in the other point of view there is only sin and only one can win, the lies that we were told the days when we were bold then winter came with cold, now it’s far too late and I am much too old, why did I hesitate? when fortune…

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Something in the water

The bells ring boldly they’ve sold me on Sunday what japes men in capes giving sermons to the sinners pot luck, pot roast I’m as warm as toast heading off to hell with a handcart for that old fart old Nick. Did you pick your nose? could have picked a better one ( another joke…

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Never to early

Allhalloween a time to remember the dead God save the Queen. Witches on broomsticks and Wizards with toads eyes on the beauties that walk down dark roads. I think a hot toddy for this stately body a toffee apple? well maybe, but I’ll wait and see if a spell’s cast on me before I take…

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