Owls and pussycats

If you’re lost at sea with me, in a boat, afloat barely, naked with eyes that shimmer and shine, I will plot the course to the nearest desert isle and dress you with palm leaves just leaving a little for my imagination to get lost in…

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‘pop goes the weasel’

I was never about being perfect because that’s a trick I can’t do, perfect is when you’re size nine, but you fit in a size eight leather shoe and perfect only becomes so when you want it but don’t even know. So, near enough is good enough and that’s good enough for me, if I…

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Diamond shields and water pistols

You taught me to count and I counted the days, and the days mounted up and still I counted the days and I got old and tired and lost count of the days. I can start again, I can number the drops of rain that fall I can count them all, you taught me that…

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Park plaza

It’s good like this, alone, when I have kissed the day and the night comes in to spray me with its brand of spite. Tarnished might be the new black and the new black might be grey, and I have kissed each and every one, every day, like a prison term, a spell in jail…

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In the monastery

Going back through the archives, back through the tunnels of time over matter and memory, remember me? Is time a straight line? Is memory curved? Are the lines that I’ve swerved on and under observed in the order they were or are they randomly paced in the place where the archives reside? Who designs these…

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99% of all known germs begin with an idea

Like a spot that I keep picking or a wound that I keep licking I’ve got something kicking ’round in here, something’s buzzing in my brain like flies, it’s driving me insane, picking, kicking, sticking to the lining, I’m refining it, digging through the flies and shit, refining it. Filing it and in a bit…

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Songs to die for

‘knock knock knockin on……..’ No, Mr Dylan, you do not knock on Heavens door, you’re fired through millennia in seconds and find you’re on the other side, a mad ride on the slide to infinity where the two lines meet, that’s what you do. And after breaking a billion, trillion stars in the rushing of…

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Linkage

Themes running through me pulsing beats only I see, can you hear them? Is Zen audible? The vaudeville show starts at five, the theatre’s alive with the comics, the sidekicks and the stars of the show. If I go will you come? will you run through the night and flash into the sun with me?…

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Cupid’s dilemma

I have tried so many times to say, ‘I love you’, in fourteen lines, but failed more times than that. Words, do ease the pain and increase the joy of being able to employ another way to say, ‘I love you’, If I could send to you my heart shot through with arrows, you would…

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Heading to Grasmere

Up there, in the lakes where states of mind are refined and all it takes is some concentration, relaxation and the definition of peace is defined. Years have passed since I sat by the mere or Coniston water, thought I ought to go back and see what it all meant to me. Up there in…

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Minstrel and mistral

There is a choir and an orchestra and I talk less when I know they’re there, somewhere an accordion plays, a busker, me in other days would prefer to hear the street performer, the troubadour, the wanderer with his songs wrapped up and on his heart, trapped in the keys, he plays the accordion, at…

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Even then

I touched her tenderly, she turned to me and I could see, the future reflected in her eyes, the tree upon which the apple lies is everything she brings to me, but she is so much more…

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27 cubits

In the long years when the sun seared you and the wind chilled, and the lack filled the days, when you were throw-away, and time played its tricks on you when everything you tried to do turned its back on you, and you knew in the depths of what you were, there stood a different…

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A flight of Winchester geese

Down on the South side a tube ride away, out in the Borough where some people stay and some people say, it’s a nice place, a well-lit place, a somewhere to sit and deep think place. but there’s another side, a ride back in time when the streets were caked in horse shit and grime…

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Private prayers

Oh, grant me this you Lords of the treasury, when looking down on this wretch while you think up more treachery. Give me a reason to work every day give me the reason for minimum pay give me a break you don’t have to take what I sweat blood and tears for you don’t have…

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Watching as the Moon beams

Thought ascends and up in space from another planet, one more place, more thoughts ascend, someone sitting somewhere out there thinks the same as me. Thoughts will meet and greet and smash and crash, turn into gas and in turn become the burning bright of one more star that shines in space tonight. No way…

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Violin string

If we vibrate and we move in the frequency, of the universe there is no secrecy, to the wavelengths we swim along hopefully meeting vibrations besides, that dive deeply inside of we Vibrating in synchro simplicity. I have never understood a blue rhapsody when the colour’s as good as the symphony and the orchestra, thinking,…

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Muffled in translation

Once before this day began and I knew everything, where everything was in its place, labelled, facing in a line and behind the bottles of red wine, hidden from the fractured eyes of linguists who disguised as spies would entertain me to the thought that if I carried what they brought, the alphabets that we…

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Coldplay and chorizo

Maybe she was Russian black or maybe my imagination, but she moved like snow on peppermint, slow and tasty and much to my amazement, she melted lines upon my face and I, stepping light on all the right stones making magic with these old bones melted into her. With several leaps into frustration my destination…

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Sewing up shadows

They flit through this phantom and each ghost lights a lantern that shines, even molecules mock me. I rock back and forth and mentally scribble then I dribble things out through my mouth. Sigh? I could cry with the torment, lend me the wings let me fly. She could cannibalise me as she flies in…

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