Going grey

If old is becoming the new black and rags are coming back into style dial me up a smile. freephone. We’re in the rip off roar of twenty sixteen and seen nothing like it before. And four and twenty blackbirds are for sure baked in the tart along with horses, dogs and cats and even…

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Out of order

The days are so long and the nights longer still when will you come back home to me? e=mc means fucks all to me. I’m only squared when I’m paired off with you, I am in constant denial always on trial when will you come back home to me? Without you, I move like a…

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Lost prophecy office

I was told that I’d never make it and so I staked my claim on the mountain of mediocrity, asked passers-by to pity me as I let them know how the whole world had shit on me. God never intervenes in domestic cases, I could see it in the faces of the nine to fives…

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Tactical advantage

She weaves herself into me and knits her spell onto me and mercy me if I don’t go and like it. I’ve always been a bit clueless about the ways and the wherewithal of the enchantress, but unless I’m mistaken she has unchained me and taken my heart. If this starts as it means to…

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March of the mad man

Will they pull the plug on me and leave me out to dry? or perhaps they’ll stick a knife in me, but they won’t get me to die. They might hoover up my blood and suck out all the good, but I’ll return with acid in my vein and let them try again, but they…

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The algorithm maker

Analytic and critical I reach the conclusion that what went before me was chaos in the confusion. It’s easy for me to look back on it and see the right path to take, but you make your assumptions about me not on the present, but on the past you can’t see and never will. And…

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The shuffled pack

There was Judas who knew it and went forward to do it, betrayal is a quick zip in the fastenings of night. Sight unseen, but we took it in good faith and the legend lives on. John took to his toes and ended up in Panama, as far as I know he is doing quite…

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The deep

Times I have lent, borrowed and spent are all bent around an old man’s little finger. I linger on long, long after the audience has gone, reviewing the past until at last I am satisfied. Wide of the mark I may have been in the city of fallen though I have seen the future and…

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Fatigue

I’m in league with the Devil and the Devil takes the lead. I don’t think I need him I could go it alone. Rotten to the bone they say, I would be If the devil had his way, but I’m looking to exit this pie eyed relationship, can someone show me the way home. I…

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me old china

I think I’d like to recommend a new beginning that has no end, a day without the dark of night a light to light the lonely heart and if I start this recommending beginning anew and never ending I’d like to think that it’s alright with you…

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13

I saw a black crow through a cracked window and I don’t know what it means. I am stitched into superstition and the older I get the more salt I throw over my shoulder. I wish I was wiser or had a wise owl for an advisor. But what does the crow know that I…

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Breaking wind

It feels like Spring and I being me wind up my voice to sing of how it feels like Spring. But its got a way to go yet before the sweaters are off and the T-Shirts are on. Winter’s not gone, it’s taking a break, it makes me sick to feel this way when tomorrow…

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Shipping in

Wrapped up from within when we need to get out. These trappings of fortune can change with each new moon, no need to get bogged down in the glamour of wealth, it’s all an illusion we confused with the fiction they told us in childhood. What good will if do you when you’re six feet…

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In the cold light, a hot soup is most welcome.

February fell in again and so I begin again, but it’s always yesterday someday. Yesterday where I burn and today they say I will learn, perversely yesterday’s where I turn to for some heat and February beats me again. I lose it somewhere along each line and some time sometimes loses me age has no…

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Mechanics

She reads my poetry in the way that she makes love to me, slow and deliberately so hot that she’s melting me. I try to write faster to outlast her, but failure is a part of me like broken down machinery and still she fixes me…

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The Greek appears (Dylan)

To incite the public to riot they lance with political precision, divisive of course for to make the division and a hubbub ensues. This is not of our making and most certainly not for the wanting that’s taking the bread from the mouths of our children. Who them? grey men tally man at the door…

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Shooting sardines

The underground experience which has become my marriage of convenience in that every single day I’m beat can’t get a seat and them young un’s with their bursting lungs still full of a tomorrow look at me with laughter in their eyes albeit also with a modicum of sorrow, the little shits I hope their…

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Frostbite

Ink, black as soot, but firing the page with wonderful insight and I am in sight of a fountain pen again. Send me a quill to spill ink on the page words of the age. I’m fighting an urge to slash out and purge this wanting to write this wanting it right when it’s wrong…

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Tension bar

Nothing is as it seems in the greatest of dreams there is always a hidden agenda. The subconscious lies three points West of the Horn in the ship that we sail in just before we are born and any memories we store are already there in the core of our being. I say it as…

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