The sitting room

I seen them come and watched them go and I know not one of those spoke of Michelangelo, it was all about the latest date, the tricks of men and fate the risky business, foreplay for the afternoon, Spotify, don’t come too soon, but never Michelangelo. When and what brings me to this junction of…

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Sponge

It pains me to say that it’s raining today, just another hoop to get through, wet through and no umbrella, need a shell, a hood. a hell of a way to wake when the day’s like a lake and you don’t fancy swimming. Women, ah women I fancy like, Joan, Maud and Nancy make the…

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Hiatus

It happens sometimes that the night fades and the light shines through the keyhole of your soul, but only sometimes. On our Summer holiday we used to stay with Grandma, got there in a bus because we never had a car and dad said, he could only drive tanks and that was back in the…

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Flash drive

Today is a jelly day. a cold broth concentrated consommĂ© kind of day. You must have been at sometime when you said, ‘I don’t want to play anymore’ when the doors were shut and you’d bruised your knee and the tears were falling into your own sea and see how easy it is now to…

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1a Old City street

We take them for bandits and not Comancheros, but who knows the truth of them, who’s there when night falls to pick up the pieces? Hand out and hang out with the drop outs and layabouts and tell me what’s wrong with the picture you’re in. I’ve been there in the round square when the…

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Crossing the Caspian

We are or so it is said strands of a thread that tie us together, one family and if that’s true where do I tie into you? On a different plane where feelings are just the same and looking for someone to blame, I look inside. There’s a catch in it, always a catch. Match…

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Two thousand degrees

But I want to get in and get out of it smoke some A one upper-class super shit, all I can afford is a little bit of weed. Well pardon me, but we all need a lift some get it with sex some with food some in the nude and some in suits I get…

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Fevers

It’s raining here, but my mind is crystal clear and I am sharp, looking glass smart, I see, record, remember. 1, 270,564 neurons fire simultaneously each one a rocket ship that arcs through me and into my memory. I resound with the sound of the echoes all around the falling of the drops and as…

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Breaking out

Living wild filed under Amazon or animal and I lived free, like Houdini I escaped. the chains, I reigned supreme. They trapped me unnaturally, used a stun grenade took me from the safety of my stockade to parade me in front of Royalty. And they hounded me no longer free I bury inside and somewhere…

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Sunset off the Boulevard

I wake to one more daybreak, pick up the pieces and with tape in hand join in the repairing of the broken jigsaw. I dream this, a silent movie Queen screen kiss, Pickford and I locked into an embrace fly. And the jigsaw waits for me to end the dreamery and Pickford wearily unites with…

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Listening in

If war is the truth then ‘anthem to a doomed youth’ is the new religion. Poetry becomes a fact and not a fiction, put your teeth in grandad it’s not all bad, you still get a pension and your friends all got a plot of land to lay in which became the new holiday home…

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Expecting a caller

Like a cat that’s been out on the tiles the morning light with a squint full of smiles comes strutting across the bedroom floor, reaching the door it climbs up the walls and falls lightly like rain on my pillow, it’s Monday again and I need a shave. Saving the best ’til the last now…

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Stray bullets

But it’s not about me or the things that I do or who I used to be, it’s all about you. Change is the inevitable alteration to the fabric of a charlatan, nor spots a fake do leopards make and that makes sense to some. But it’s all about the gaze the lazy smile the…

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Conversations

Tell me again about flat earth, give me the spin again tell me we’re static. I’d disagree because what are friends for? In through the window and out the revolving door, give me that spin one more time. And don’t I just love it when friends can talk bullshit it gives living a meaning. This…

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Echo chambers

Eccentric? I can be, a composition of me and him and anyone else that found their way in. Generally speaking, I’m a model citizen that goes about his own business taking no heed of the madness that feeds on street corners or of the dogs that piss up the lampposts and trees, he’s a model…

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The dogwatch

Skulls on the skyline and they’re saying prayers on the hill, I’m reading the ‘Rabbi of Lud’, absurd, but good. The jealousy hook will take them away, green with envy and many would say it’s an illness. The ants are in motion, spirals and warships make trace on the ocean pounding away, it’s an illness…

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Wanstead flats

Here and there twenty minutes is where I write. Sitting tight or standing light on my feet listening to the beat of the rhyme. And time doesn’t care If you’re there It knows that you will be one day. In the underground torpedo I go where the lines go and the lines seem to lead…

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Pier 53

They have it in for you and me, Ingeniously they have found a way to have their cake and eat it every day. But it’s not about them. You and I get by and together we can fly away. In the summertime and the washing’s off the line we can build a kite together and…

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Calypso beach

Write me in dialect slang as one would expect a hobo to be. I carry what to me is a maximum load, but to the road I’m as light as the air. And I’m going nowhere as the compass points out, however nowhere is somewhere so it looks like I’m going there all things being…

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Secure units

This was a day and I know that it’s easy to say but it was and as the night limped off into the rising light I saw freedom arriving in the garden and the door slowly opened, ajar, not too far and the angel crept out while the devil leapt in. Double zero for sin…

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