Dream

It’s a virtual reality which is good enough for me…

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Watching events unfold

Back in the nursery back for a cursory look at what passed between then and the here now a mobile turns no child ever learns from this except how to be dizzy. Off to the playground as the mobile turns round, here and then and we become men as we’re all bound to do. Busy…

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Games

Low class no class do not pass go. Monopoly will topple me they’ll build a hotel on top of me, and then the moguls will take a pop at me take their best shot at me and that’s why I make the community chest my last stop…

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There is nothing at the bottom except rocks.

chinks of light that open in the midnight of sorrows and tomorrow’s just another way to get lost, ‘follow your heart’, they say and that’s just another way to get lost. under my flat cap is a route map where X marks a spot and it appears that X is not here, but I’ve been…

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Trick or treat

The tears in my eyes blur the lines of the lies that you told when you asked me to hold you I wish you’d told me then what I know now when I think it could have been and it doesn’t really mean that at all and each drop begs each drop to stop, but…

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Theatrics

There’s the pen, the page, an audience, the stage a play to play for all today. I am few and far between the footlights and the scene is changing constantly. It’ll be severance pay one day, one day we’ll all be screwed the pieces will still fit but we’ll all come unglued. Love the grease and…

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Short wave

The sun’s gonna fool you but the night’ll come to cool you down and out there in sub zero town you’re going to freeze. You might as well pack up and leave the leaves are turning brown the trees are hibernating out there where night is waiting in sub zero town…

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Comments section

I think if we get rid of the power grid and junk the pylons pitch out the guidance systems and ditch the bombs bring back discussion as a means of persuasion things might turn out okay…

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Flaky Friday

This power shower’s flummoxed me I turned the dial to forty three but I’m still sixty. Someone’s picked me for a sunbeam or am I shining in somebody’s daydream?…

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Ten past sixty

The first and the last time and that in-between time and oh! what a great time it was. it was the make or the break time the you and the me time a time to be free time what a great time it was…

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Buster

Life, the set of rules, the algorithm that fools everyone…

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Designing the architecture

Going somewhere to get somewhere but it’s nowhere I know, I’m going anyway and moving yesterday back to the somewhere I once knew. You say, that it’s you and so do I, it must be each to their own in another one’s eye. so we’ll all go there is it anywhere that we know? I…

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One for Sundance

The culture call let standards fall we’ll flag them up as mad. I always was what I was not and not what I could be I never saw destruction without that hint of glee, I’m bad. to gain respect one must expect to do things properly, by the book not by hook or crook or…

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Picture this

You’re soaking and you’re strung out but your sleeping bag’s been wrung out and it’s wrapped up in a damp rag that you carry in your rucksack you turn your back on Strutton Ground and you strut off into London’ town like some mad demented peacock, but you’re off to rock the Casbah with your…

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Half a million Lego bricks

In this great big world wide knitted spiders nest I wear a medium size long sleeved silken vest If you can’t beat them join them Interfaced with a fascia on a blank screen crissed cross veins on my eyes in a bad dream and it’s Friday so where is the ice cream? I’m not playing…

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Move four spaces

Fewer newer things today it’s all been done and what they do is rewind and sing the same old song, think it’s wrong? think no way? hey! listen to your echo say press play rewind does it remind you of anything?…

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Day trips to Blackpool

Three artists for effect a tower to direct the Sun to paint the mornings when my mum made breakfast, now dear mum has gone the paint has faded the art struck dumb the towers crumble one by one and on and on we go…

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Amerika

It’ll get better before Armageddon said no one forever Amen…

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