Acting the goat

…and what about the coming of age when the whole wide world is one huge stage only to find you’re a bit part player, say! a fellow I know just got on with the show what would you do?…

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Pulp it

It gets slightly biblical more so than political when they talk about the judgment day and they argue anyway about when and what form it will take. I hope it breaks upon them when they’re taking tea at Simpsons or buying polo shirts in the Burlington Arcade but that’s not nice and so I ‘can…

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Tidal

It’s what I do collide into collude with and run through a gamut of emotions. You should try it don’t buy it? no neither do I, but we get by the best way that we can and sometimes during a breakdown we realise that being a man is bloody hard work…

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The corked genie

Are you still in the dream with me? can you see me watching you wondering what to do? no instruction booklet in the subset where the subtext is an undercurrent of hot sex and an overblanket that wrecks any idea of free movement. So are you or where are you and are you watching me…

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The twenty-seventh Moon

the flexibility? and what of relativity that which aligns and reassigns itself to me? If I bend. the whiplash would likely kill me. We will and we will when we will it and it will still be all about the will. Motivation plays a major part in any settlement or the situation’s vacant waiting to…

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The patch

It’s nonsense to rely upon the time when time has almost gone, but we hunger for one moment more that’s just the way it is. the young man at the coalface with a face just like an angel sees it from a different angle as he climbs up worn down cobblestones on the way home…

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Out to brunch

taking off my vest and while they’re opening up my chest I have a few moments to spare, if they’re looking for my heart they’ll find fuck all there ‘cepting an IOU and that’s from you know who. life is a theatre whether operating or not and I’ve got some shares in the company…

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Wtf #62

When you’re talkin’ to yourself and find the chit chat quite amusin’ and the others listen to you but they blame it on the boozin’ I’m excusin’ them for that…

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Refraction

What does the mirror know? that’s not me. it could be a future memory but it’s definitely not me, it’s telling me about the elderly but I’m not there yet, get thee away from me Satan I’m waiting on the young boy John…

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Strata

Always been trapped and there was no escape and the warder said stay because this is your fate and the clock laughed out minutes that turned into more and the only idea was to think up a door, so I did and the door opened inwards to go deeper inside where the more that I…

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Meeting up with misery

Because it’s a Sunday you open your eyes carefully waiting for the Panadol to kick in, but your head’s in a saucepan and you’re not the man you once were. Swear? I could do and where would that take me? Anyway I won’t drink today or maybe because it’s a Sunday a small glass of…

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Another Rushmore

Eyes that cut into the granite of his face, not a hair out of place. walk this way to the end of the day take five for a smoke a joke the tales we tell and sell me the contents of your leather valise. knife crime? loved ones can’t wake ’em when they’re taken, a…

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You’ll get older if you’re lucky

See how it trips off the tongue when the light flows back and the colours start to run and who we are began with the starting gun bang and we run once again. Then we age the bladder leaks the pages turn yellow but nobody likes to hear such things, well fuk ’em life sings…

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Summer ’74

Those were the shadows I came across, the guru weighed me off as a dead loss, but Kathmandu saw the real me seeing you for the first time. Not enough time for the mountains we knew how to climb so marking time by the peanuts that stacked up in the bar room we talked of…

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Unshaven melody

The first to know the last to go I feel for them stars filled with helium wallflowers on the ceiling of life. That’s nothing to do with the way I get through the maze of my days every blind bend sends me screaming around each twist and turn watching myself as I burn out. On…

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Just jump and see where you land

There’s a minus sign to remind us time is taken away. I have a grandstand view watching you fight against the inevitable, it’s incredible the lengths you will go to to pull through as the second hand tries to pull you through to midnight. And there’s a light in your eyes where everything ties in,…

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The ice sculpture

Let me drink from your chalice of poison fill my lungs with the breath of the night hold you until Armageddon when the rapture becomes the dawn light. The evening sucks shadows from subways on the road to the end of my stay and my failures are sealed in the lips that once healed with…

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My day so far which is far enough

We all know that as Sunday’s go this one is no different and will go the way of the rest, the congregation who wait for their salvation have done so for years, but that’s a faith thing. I believe in coffee beans as a means to my recovery and in case you’re interested have never…

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Round six

Are you like me and still waiting for the punch line and at about lunch time on the third day when you realise that there’s no way anything’s happening you give up? I thought that anti climax was put on drainpipes to stop kids and cats climbing them haha some men eh! things change because…

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Round four

For what little good life does for me I may as well be plugged into the electricity switching the wires and getting it free, don’t tell the L.E.B. Feels like I’m boxing with shadows with rocks in my head, feet formed from clay and somewhere it’s Saturday the knock out drop. it will stop it…

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