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The truth isn’t out there it’s where it belongs in an eight by four cell caged and we’d do well to remember. Lies are the currency, they buy people like you and me, they sit on the fence of democratic pretense ready to jump this way or that. The truth isn’t out there, but what…

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What you looking at?

I am looking at me in the mirror about forty years ago I know it can’t be, but it is so and you think that it’s you? My sight is beyond and went through you and tomorrow the mirror that knew you will eschew you, do you see me as it was when I was…

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Evangelist

Armed and rightly dangerous religious and slightly pugnacious on the sidewalk the talk’s of the testament the rent being due on a Sunday. Molly, the soothsayer tells me that heaven is mine if I could be an acolyte of the almighty. My fiance is the goddess I pray to she’s the light that I see…

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More reflections

..as if the coat itself ugly at being worn bulged at the pockets torn by the wind, a felt collar felt like hard luck lead. Red buttons to ply into holes far too small as if the coat itself had grown tall as I grew into it. As if the coat itself was me…

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Interference

No one hears the noise, when the light breaks the sky no one sees, blind and we die in the night, I wonder why the day doesn’t break that way. Often I wonder where it’s leading me too and who could tell if they knew? This is the new age of war, sly and cunning,…

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Not dead yet

Someone made an effigy and they’re sat in a backroom sticking pins in me, in fits and spurts it blasted hurts, someone made an effigy. You get used to abuse and it ain’t no use to complain, but I do, who made the effigy? was it you? Vibrations. it’s all about the sensation you feel…

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Pain turns everything white

Something hysterical or maybe it’s classical music. I’m in the shower room plotting an overthrow this body just has to go soon. It all turns to dust, the days are getting shorter the night’s are much tighter I long for the lighter mornings to come. Something hysterical or me waxing lyrical while the sun burns…

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Leapfrog

I jump over the counter, a prescription to mount an attack on the pain in my back. Laid low where the day is slow and the night frenetic, am I a geriatric? so what if I am what if it’s true what if the pain in my back has nothing to do with my back…

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Loose change

Moving on and the new year will see me gone, pastures new you know, though I’ll miss you all I have to go, so long, I’m moving on…

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The lonely hearts section

Men seeking men, when did that happen? Men seeking Women, swimming in dangerous waters. Women seeking men, again when did that happen? Women seeking women, more dangerous swimming. I refer you to a line in a piece of my poetry, ‘I think the bedroom should be a forum for a woman to show a little…

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5th Legion

Every battle that I ran too was the dream that you walked into and the war fought was just me just seeking you, and you captured me and in your chains I lay down in your arms and cried and all the pain I cried out was for you, but the end was coming we…

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Northern Romantic

I shall have this dance and give it a whirl, you are the girl for me, but on a Saturday night at five o clock I go home to my mam for tea. I make you laugh you make me smile, your voice is a melody, but on a Saturday night at five o clock…

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Them again

Some people, some of them people need a smack, some people lack the necessary some people make me an incendiary, I don’t like some people. But some people are groovy some people really move me and get my respect. I detect that some people and some people look the same, the advantage to me when…

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Replacement hips

I make friends and yet I lose them and get terribly lonely. I let them down badly quite sadly for me. I make more and more and still close the door on them, am I destined to be one of those old men you see on a park bench all alone?…

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Off the wall

It’s insane to look in the mirror again, seeing is believing and I believe I see me looking at me ad infinitum and it’s insane, but I was right on the button…

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In the night when it’s quiet

It’s a good job you couldn’t interrogate my dreams, but I can tell you now that they were all about you, they were glued to the back of my eyes every night, every sight of you, smell and how I tasted you and you weren’t allowed to tell me to stop because in my dreams…

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The fifty ninth intifada

First they decentralise secondly they marginalise then they criminalise and all the lies make you believe that you’re the bad guys. Nothing changes what is and can be, democracy was a pipe dream in Ancient Greece which was sold on and we hold on to the dream. Criminal records play a very poor tune, the…

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Wrinkled poetry

Now I’m old enough to draw me old age pension not to mention a seat nearer the fire and ‘er indoors will get me full attention except on a Saturday when Fulham’s at home. She has never let me down she’s always been there, a smile on her face where on mine was a frown,…

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The green screen

Synaptic messages crash, nerve endings screwed, you’d think they’d have used a different overlay. I’m in no position to say much, my sense of sight, sound and smell are gone. I still feel, can you touch me to see if I’m breathing. Nerves end in a brick wall and bounce back to replay my life,…

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Pegasus

Island hopping, life never stopping to draw a breath. Racing through the lace of the sky, clouds shout, Hi, I don’t hear them, only slowing when the light goes green, which is the witch in me being awkward. Backflow, forward in slow mo’, side, headlong dancing I don’t know where this island hop will take…

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