Kissing cousins

The government de-flowered me it stripped me naked and overpowered me while the state police sat and watched it on CC TV, Perverts. did we vote for this? Election fever hits the town like a dose of chicken pox and when the fox is in the coop they only do what foxes do count coup,…

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Delirium

Delirium. If the Sun doesn’t get you the scorpions will. There were four of us in a half track and a little way back lay the fifth. The Sun got him good roasted and peeled him like a spud. Tannoy, the radio man was the next one to go, slow like a withering vine, sounded…

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Global positioning

You strip away the trimmings and then trim off all the fat and at fifty years of age when you think you look ‘all that’ you’re off to buy that sports car and the wig to hide your bald patch, catch the drift? tuck your stomach in, get botox or a face lift, you’re looking…

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The cauldron

It pains me to say that chicanery reigns in the palaces that we once admired, bought off by some toff that sits in the tower and showers down false accusations. They may wear fancy clothes to the function, but skulduggery rules and in or around Clapham Junction the rooks have a feast. Anyway news from…

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Films on free V

She’s playing piano on the car keys and the lights have turned green. Seen anything you’re looking for I said, I was looking for the rear door and the exit. The man in the Bowler hat had been there and done most of that and he was unimpressed. I guessed as much as she pushed…

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Alma and Elmer Fudd

The man with the Pee Aitch Dee university educant, not like me who was dragged through the secondaries and modern too, not much education, but what can one do? when the riverbank calls you and the corn starts to wave and the wind is the music to which you can rave. The man with the…

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Lullaby

Straw in my head, someone sucking thoughts from my brain, the rag doll and Tigger are fighting again. Nursery blues in the who’s who of characters. I ran into nanny a while ago, she’s aged you know and terribly so. Years do that, they eat away a meal a day until only the leavings are…

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More unrelated

I love that line ‘I’m a prima donna’ christ it’s like a Bonny and Clyde bank heist almost perfect always suspect, use that raw sex get away. Another Sunday on the sauce. In the realms. My kingdom for a council flat, keep the horse can’t live in that and Marie Antoinette will she forget me?…

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The tributes

Starred from left to right you’ll see all manner of pomposity and the top hat tits. It brings me out in little spots a bright red rash, but this won’t stop me having fits. They say that pomp and circumstance is an ancient anthem. I say, never, no and not a chance. Waterloo. I’ve met…

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Repeating rifles

It doesn’t matter when they’re dead what they said about what you read about dead is about the matter. Anti what? what he wanted was a scale model aero, not a scarecrow and he was that and more. But the night closed down, the door was shut, the candles lit, the corners cut and what…

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Spring cleaning

Blank. a white screen in a white room on a bright day just before noon, blank, but the morning pulls me into and back to the full house where the family sat to dine. The church of many a memory comes into the limelight haunting me, the hissing lamps of long ago never know when…

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The banana business

To die? oh, how dire, send her a wire and buy her a ring. Mistaken, I take the wrong lane yet again to be railroaded. In sequential notes that I know that she notices my motives outline the truth. She hits the roof but forgives me my trespass, a biblical lass in a class of…

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April showers

Blew it? screw it and do it again. Along the avenues where the looks accuse and they starch the curtains white. No moral. I attribute this kiss of denial and death to the hot Summer breath in the light evening air, she was there, but it wasn’t her who led me to the water and…

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The twenty fifth coin

To imagine no cross, no hill, imagine the turn of the Word, the World still. I have broken in places I can’t even name. Each break unlike one, but one and the same and where pain meets the Sunrise I have watched it through sad eyes. To imagine is dandy and handy at times and…

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One finer day

Ready, Get set. Are we there yet? always I am before you can guess swings on a chess board held tight by the wire cord, more movement less haste and let’s not waste the moment. French polish by the half German, the other half is from Basildon, seeing reflections in the residues of a war…

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Atmospherics

..and then I think of them when I wake and the whole day breaks in two, I wonder if they think of you, I thought. It never really matters who it is that shatters the dream the result it seems is the same. They say, give a dog a name and he’ll remain a dog…

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Time share.

It was the man with the scythe that cut the night from my eyes and the sand in my feet turned to clay. I watched from the window as he came my way, watched as he closed out my day. When all was dimmed and the swallow skimmed low in the thinning of time yet…

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The fireplace writings

we get to get more and we give and give less and yet profess to be Christians that walk with civilians. in whose army could we be if we don’t see the starving? if we don’t lend our eyes to the poor?…

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Chess

To pick up this chewed end pen and when no one is looking and wondering why I want to jam the chewed end pen in my eye, the left one will do and I want to ram it right through until it hits a nerve or possibly two. I can spew out a rhythm with…

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The lodge street bazaar

Painted in shades of dirty old brown standing down there on Bulk road at the bottom of the town was the Hotel. Ah well they called it other things too, but we knew it as the Tramway, a name that harked back to a distant day of the past. Father raised a glass or two…

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