Night life

it’s that time not long after nine when the lights dim and him (that’d be me) asks her ( that’s She) would you like a cup of tea or something? she laughs I bring the tea…

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The cleaner

I’ve been in enough shit storms to form my own opinions about the bib and brace brigade, those of the tea and lemonade on Sunday after a night with the streetwalkers on Saturday brigade and who are they? let’s start with the management all bent in my opinion and the wannabes say cheese smile please…

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Excerpt from the dishwasher diaries

To get a degree you need to be (which I was never) clever. I’m what they called a late developer, the picture being taken I was just late in appearing to be and no degree It makes sense to me that’s more sense than the syllabus made and educated on the lean streets of a…

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Split ends

Dreaming the farm again I wake and want to self harm again the farm’s a place of pain hypodermics in a vein, it’s been a long time but I dreamt again that farm of mine. Coffee revives me. In case you didn’t know the farm was the place I used to go and It quite…

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End games

You can agree to disagree with me. or split those things called hairs with me but let’s get to the gist of it write it down and make a list, it clears the air but to be fair it’s six of one and the other’s forgotten when there’s none and by none I mean one…

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A raft in the Rockies

On the St Lawrence going upriver today there may be gold in them hills that I see lay before me I will do me some panning and see what pans out, panning is what my life’s all been about a nugget or two will do no need to be needy or any need to be…

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Any questions?

how much time have you got? I’ve got a million of them. Is capital, capital even when it’s capital punishment? Do giants ever think, does this make me look big? why do we go around in circles searching for square roots? Was the first man on the Moon not the man in the Moon? how…

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Train journeys

I stand on the top of a mountainous dune to open my eyes and gaze at the lunar eclipse the desert strips away all pretence the scorpion treads boldly here where the night is cold and the air’s full of fear, I hear the wind playing tunes on the sand or some unseen hand playing…

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The giant leap

Time, passing the bread down the starvation line nothing changes but nothing and nothing’s the thing we have got, Time, a dirty spot on the lino fine for the wino because he doesn’t care no mothering there no gentle touch nothing much at all. I’m fed up and hungry disgruntled and angry nothing changes not…

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Shadows in the valley

Speak not lightly of these things of the day that sets and night that brings the quiet heart that sings out in despair, for to be aware is to be in part a part of the turning wheel. This then too it ends as it began with tears where happiness once sang its joy and…

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System failure

This is the sunken city which once was the centre of gravity we moved on a bed of expressions to find faint suggestions tornado’s were woken to take us to the eyes that dared then to watch us and the catch was the gate locked behind us and alone now where no one can find…

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Saskatchewan on a shoestring

Do you hear the trees that talk in whispers see the leaves that fall as spears can you feel the mountains breathe? I am ice in flowing rivers on a journey to the sea Spring came early and fooled me drip drip fall off the ledge and off on this trip of a lifetime my…

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Rebuilding the Ark

In In the future which is nearer than you think, see blink and it’s gone there’ll be no one to help you you’ll walk lonely on the plateau on the tips of your toes but you won’t see beyond the clouds that sit upon the end of your nose. Nothing’s as certain as a sure…

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A bag of popcorn

I don’t remember a day if it was a day, life they say is for the living can’t say that I noticed. But to be rescued when you don’t know that you’re dying, tied up in knots and you’re not even trying to escape, that is fate taking a hand. I take today picture a…

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Stolen

Quick, slick and as sharply dressed as a chic chic could be she was the only one that I could. but would she see me? Put on the light John, switch off the clock the meter’s still running and that is a shock absorbing the atmoshpere while we’re tucked up and nearly here, there where…

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The brief

Uncompromising as the lies that tie are the bonds that buy us time. We planted this seed to grow When the plane took off we took off too she went I went and who knows who the pilot was. ( a small aside from those lies, how they hide) We discriminate, disseminate and propagate we…

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Pincer movements

Their duty to shoot me, six pounds of pressure on the trigger. bigger men have tried and that look in their eyes when they died haunts me The beauty of duty is one sees it as one’s duty to do it and the third light was the one that got me, a flight of fancy…

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The cut out

I saw rainbows that danced through the tears that we cried and we laughed then at the colours because something inside us was pushing us on, there will be the Sun there will also be rain. Inside salvage city someone saves me to be cut out and put out to grass, I become de facto the…

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Counting Corinthians

What number do we seventeen sixty three and does she number us so? In feeling less than it and still getting on with it head to the grindstone eyes on the goal I get the whole picture I am the prime number even as time jumbled me up I stumbled back up to get back…

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