Sword dancing

Thinking we’re autonomous until the night creeps up in on us and the Monsters make a mockery of me. I am not the camera, not the lens not Isherwood, just a man with some pens and time on his hands to fashion a rhyme Lowry painted me, a matchstick man and I saw a triumph…

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Fever pitch

  It’s all a camera trap krap   slap me sideways and call me Bill, I’ve had enough, more than my fill.   I wait to see what tomorrow brings Easter eggs? good things,   feeling sorry for myself and this’ll not do after all it’s only the ‘flu   caught in the act when…

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Daguerrotyped

        The colour’s seeping out of me sepia’s seeping in my hair is falling out and my eyesight’s growing dim I’m getting thin too.   Age is just apparel that I wear the more I wear the less the flair.   There was a time some years ago that this was a…

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