The dead letter box

It was not about the wise men or Bethlehem or gifts of gold or old spice aftershave or who if anyone at all could save the most. jesus was hijacked, painted white brought to the West and ‘Bob’s yer uncle’ the rest is history. His story being lost along the way. In the Kingdom of…

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27 jewels

Pretend me a pen and let me know when I can write, pretend me a day pretend me a night pretend me the vision to write. ‘one two buckle my shoe’ or will you do it for me? She says, ‘that the boy is a man’ I can do that too, ‘one two buckle my…

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The shadow boxer

In the exploded plan of man I see no substance, a bit like skeleton shit a bit of bare bones. Clone me now ‘Scottie’ do a ‘Star Trek or ‘Mickey Mouse’ or even a ‘Shrek’ on me. Warp me to a Factor of three, infirmity and infinitely beyond anything where anyone can see except for…

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Piano lessons

Each key turns the touch to a key turning me into this what I see and what I see are the musical notes floating by. Grown men can cry. Where music fills the heart and soul and the whole brings peace. Oh, but there’s an eloquence to the scribbles jotted down on scraps of paper,…

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Night sweats

In a dream where what may be real is not seen and unreal is a feeling I have of being there, uncomprehending in a never ending unconsciousness where fear is the fashion, where my chips are finally cashed in. It dies and does not remain and supposing the pain was a part of it I…

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The elongated eyebrow

Nothing for nothing unless you put something in and what you get out is nowt like what you put in. Three blind mice didn’t get very far the Farmers wife drove a Mercedes Benz had a 40 gauge with a telescopic lens, blind or not the trio got shot, three blind mice. Not relevant? but…

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Rushes

Humanity waves to me from the gyratory system, a thousand and one cars an hour go by, I watch as a butterfly skips over a ladybird and the words of an old song come back to me. Humanity rules over long concrete highways, go nowhere, nobody cares if the mountains sink into the sea, the…

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Singalong a Santa

There will be homeless this Christmas, some not so old, There will be homeless this Christmas, out in the cold and there’ll be warmth and wine for some, that’s quite fine this Christmas. And while the Tories tell stories of pixies and elves there will be beggars on Broadway who talk to themselves, this Christmas…

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On the seventh day

When she wakes I shall take her some tea, kiss her on the lips and she will kiss me and then we shall see what the day brings…

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Tinsel

Then there’d be a metropolis and who among the outcasts would miss the small minds of the small towns? I choose to lose myself in the black shadows of grey tower blocks and shuffle my day away on tarmacadam streets, no cobblestones, no oil lamps to light dingy homes, everything to marvel at in the…

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More from the Christmas factory

In some doorway hidden away from the main street where the poor people lay down for a night sleep, I meet up with my old friend who being the miser of time reminds me to move on or to stand in the line for my soup of the day. Charity and crusts of bread for…

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Blue note

I used to listen to Winehouse in the greenhouse and the windows cried in pain. I had Gillespie in the conservatory and Kitt in the kitchen, but I saved Brenda Lee for the bedroom see ’cause she was the queen. I had them all running recordings in my head, Dave Dee, Fats Domino, Bono, Callas…

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Broken strings

You can’t remember the name the face the place where you met the games you once played and where you lived then decays in the memories you cannot recall. I think that says enough, says it all. Passing your prime was the crime perpetrated, a murder and time is the corpse. Gather your thoughts in…

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20 w 50 synthetic

How easy to pick a slick, oily and brown and as I fall down the face that I see is me looking at me falling up. And so what side am I on? the slippery slope of hope against hope, I hope so. But the faces pass, like ships in the night, no recognition signals,…

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The isotopes and time duration of the decay of uranium to lead.

‘Tell me a story’, she said and I said, go to bed it’s late, but wait, here’s a tale about a place called ‘Windscale’ but they don’t call it that anymore since they had that problem with the nuclear core. I wish there were fish off the Cumbrian coast or at most some colours other…

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Packaging

Rebel and be a rebel, revel in the lunacy of righteous indignation, disassociate yourself from all forms of democracy, practise what they preach and find yourself a vacancy, march along with vagrants making history and smash the monuments to aristocracy. Alternatively be a drone, listen to the sugar coated words in advertising, phone your mum…

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A day like this

Through to the Bank then Northern line to get to Archway and some time for tea, a bite to eat, that special someone that I’ll meet. A walk down to the resting place of Karl Marx, can’t forget his face and other notables at peace in Highgate cemetery. Then to see the ballet, really? Yes…

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14 degrees

It used to be much worse than this, we’d sit beside the open fire and listen to the choir of winds that sung outside the kitchen door and Dad would give us kids what for if we wished that there were more of it. The seasons all roll into one and each one mirrors the…

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Mutating on the commute in

Stupid in the tube again, sardines, but no brains and then the key turns on this can and I swim out. A crowd in here and I can’t hear myself think out aloud in here and it smells a bit like I smell on a Saturday morning when I’ve been through some hell the night…

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Blue lighting

One isolation ward, a metallic cord attached to the monitors that monitor how isolated one can be. One infirmary concrete pylons wearing steel plated nylons, some fancy shades, cutthroat blades uniforms and uniformity, I will be in the isolation ward listening to the machinery alone…

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