Richter

Depression is a legion footslogging through the Pennines, a cohort of darkness and no hope of light. a bomb in the braincell, the dry well when all that you want is a drink. the ulcer that bleeds a culture that feeds on itself. depression is a lesson in lonely, a many headed hydra a Medusa…

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I pass myself off as a replica

I pass myself off as a replica. previous applicants need not apply? why? are we just fodder for cannon when needed and when needs arise who dies? not them tinpot general men it’s us and then the telegram’s sent to the family? I suppose they just text telegrams today it’s another institution that passed slowly…

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Fracture clinic

A shortcut’s got nothing but heavy excuses. Light on my feet for a deadbeat and a heart that’s heavy with rage I make contact and disengage. The next page is always the reader the one that you want to be leader, the one that races ahead of the page that you’ve read, shortcuts to cut…

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63 notes on a chord

And when it hits the fan and the men from the Met’ with the stun guns come to get you, who will you be then? a Johnny come lately come in Johnny come hate me? Gershwin raps to me in blue, Ah slightly classical (It’s the nose you know) Thinking things link or you’d think…

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Associations by default

Banality disrupts the seeing eye corrupts the incorruptible and I sit idly by a piece in a thousand year puzzle It’s us and them and who versus who that counts, but count your beans they’ll add to ten and we’ll have Jack to tea again When I fade just scratch me out erase me leave…

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Sunshine expected later

A moment of grace before I open my eyes and switch on my face every days looks out ahead of me around each corner there could be a situations vacant sign and one more moment of my time is spent in grace. I remember Saturday quite well the weekend spruce the shave the gel the…

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Pennyfarthing post

Butchering they’re butchering restructuring demolishing and polishing off the past whatever happened to those things they said were built to last?…

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Active files

It Can’t be Langley? in the undergrowth both of them men in black bringing the aliens back tracking me it can’t be Langley…

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Waiting for the medicine man

he arrived with a tap on the door and a face as long as a wet weekend in Brighton, right then, he said, what’s the matter with you? do doctors always ask patients what’s wrong with them? A self diagnosis, try self hypnosis. Blue lights and no sound. the national health is a warehouse of…

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Witness to wit or to woo

There are many short straws in a haystack and looking back I drew them all, you can believe this too kiss a million frogs you’ll only get slimy lips, not many princes are spawned in the pond or princesses come to think of it. If you own a silk purse is it reasonable to believe…

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Expecting Tuesday any moment

Well being, being well and seeing as that’s okay make me well as well, but a well can be deep, can it not? so with that in mind I’ve got a long rope. Also and there’s almost always one also to add to things that I also don’t know so I put also into the…

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North by North East

She carried her burden of woe like the weekend shop, never stopped her from whistling a tune and not many women do that nowadays. in the old days when Auntie Emm was not so old and bolder than she was later she had what you’d call today, Swagga, she’d wag her finger and say, ‘follow…

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On the count of three

One deep breath away from the start of another day, Begin, moving on with a spring in my step pat the pet cat feed the budgerigar turn the key in the car, so much for the spring in my step! got go get from here to there pollution in the air, but I’m seated in…

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Pigeon holes

There is light climbing up on the horizon where the day puts another disguise on and I have the kettle on. The bells haven’t started to ring yet but a debt I must pay is on the way, Sunday and the faithful are beaming. The older I become the more salt I throw over my…

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Mansions

Shadows and fine lines in the mirrored hallways where old times are written on the linoleum floors tables and old men fold like dominoes. In the garden the duck’s out of luck but the pig will stay until Christmas and down in the prefabs old concrete slabs make way for the new which in turn…

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Bulls eyes

War paint but this ain’t the last stand this is England no hostiles here. We dream of the prairie because our lives our dreary, I dream of Revere no hostiles here. Sheer pluck alone can cut to the bone if you’re an artist and most of us are. Sing? well that’s a hit or miss…

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The hoopla ring

There is no ‘real time’ even the speed of light takes some time to light up somewhere where the time has already gone and that’s passing time or past time on the timeline, show me a now and I’ll tell you it was, but when I kiss you and time stands still and the clock…

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Sessions

A crease runs from left to right, diagonally, but I constantly look at the Box Brownie picture to remember the agony which is some form of therapy or so the therapist tell me. I’m improving but nothing’s proved yet and the older I get the better I feel I will be or so the therapist…

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Sucking it in

The best minds are wireless incessant tireless, not plugged and yet plugged in to the roar and the din of creativity…

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