Vulcan

I watch the eruption sure that she’s a volatile volcano…

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Leather bindings

..and when she blows me a kiss she know that I’ll miss her. the abyss or the abbey both thoughts that can grab me in the laboratory they shackle me stab me with needles inject me with poisons until later when she’s waiting for the bus and everything stops the heart beats, goes fast and…

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Leaving

Down through the shadowy alleyways passing half drunken doorways always looking for light, If the day ever comes when the night’s at my back and the Sun’s far ahead and the wind doesn’t whistle it plays a guitar or the cats on the doorsteps allow me to pet them then I’ll know that I’m home…

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Terminals

I fall for you but then I don’t want to call you but I won’t how contrary can I be? it’s six of one and one for all and still I want to fall but don’t. and so I stay in the frying pan warm on the fire a starling wasting time perching on the…

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Pillow fights

We have time to talk of time the time being the time now and how it traps us in its hours to overpower and eventually humiliate ‘ the constant clock’ the look of shock when upon, we realising that time has gone that we must too. Minutes that glue my eyes awake seconds that take…

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Lifechimes

..and now it’s grey, cloudy, a bit rowdy out there but Saturday night so it’s alright Music on the seventeenth floor, Max Bygraves? what they playing that for? Some old geezer home from the boozer sat in the lift haha he thinks it’s his armchair and just asked me to switch the telly on he’s…

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Slow beats

I hear you breathing softly under the sheets when you’re next to me I hear your sighs so lightly when you’re dreaming in your sleep and when I run my fingers through the dreams in which you keep my heart still beating hotly and I thought I was asleep how can it be that you…

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The seventh perpendicular

In the mortuary where death is quite acceptable but not compulsory I resist the urge to abrogate responsibility and learn my lines. There are times to breathe and not believe and times that both are true as a rule I choose one of the two, the hand of fate would make a date but trust…

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Sea level

Drop twenty dollars in my hand we can both be friends, just twenty dollars for tonight until the evening ends you ask me why it has to be this way, all I can tell you is night is from day drop twenty dollars in my hand we can dance to the band twenty dollars what…

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Sail

River boats float along, up and down from side to side, Putney to Rotherhithe all this stems from the Thames the arterial tree for the sailor in me the Thames will do on a flat bottomed barge muddling through to St Katherine’s and Tobacco dock, to Tower bridge and make a stop Ferries and Wherries…

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Sky watch

every morning without fail a ship hoists flags to signal sail and the clouds part. Tigers follow one by one and a windmill? (don’t know where that’s from) a collie, tabby cat and two parrots, one grey and one light blue, a face appears a bouncing ball clouds when parting have them all but always…

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Morning

The tap is running I am not I’ve got better things to do ie stay still, admire the view and look lovingly at you. the tap’s still running though reminding me of long ago when I could run as fast now I’m old and slow the time to run for me has passed. but ‘slowly,…

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Cracking atoms

Creeping over the skyline sneaking up before me, the sun come shine on me. Morning broke the night in two and spoke its words so sweet with dew to you come shine on me you woke to birdsong longed to be a sparrow warbling in the tree come shine on me. Noon arrives and splits…

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Last Monday

this day is done wrapped up in the night and tomorrow? Sun? but whether whatever I never complain. I saw the woman coming from my place down in the queue she knew the same as me that she would make a beeline for.. .. he stood there sophisticated as if the man he was waited…

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On the day

The occasion’s a mathematical equation you and I thee and me make not a number it makes We. many a smile has walked down the aisle and many a smile more to come. Sigmund expects me to mention my Mum. But I’m grown up now…

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A Lancashire lad

up theer atop Pendlebury hill Lowry still, matchstick thin a flat cap cheeky grin, he paints the rain grainy, although not always on a Sunday. I Watch him by the mill race, a mill shed face that catches old like new for me, L.S Lowry ought to be hanging in the Tate, oh wait, he…

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See-saw

Up to the waist in, it feels like I’m encased in a grandfather clock. Time hangs heavy in the light of a day that’s slowly fading, I look for a way out of this tangle this dreadful triangle which is the clock and time and me to some degree when free I’ll fall into depression…

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Hymn 421

There is abundance fecundity nature blossoms all around me. The aristocracy would have us believe that we’re all ne’er do well, a bunch that would thieve milk from babies well there’s a lot of maybe’s in that. when all else fails it’s a top hat and tails for a night at the opera or the…

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Lancashire clatter

Mill to mill a bitter pill this treadmill that we’re led to and from mill to mill we will always be candy for the mills of society they gab in the background about Christmas, alas no Christmas for me the foreman has told me to work that day and no turkey shall I see cold…

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