The ice sculpture

Let me drink from your chalice of poison fill my lungs with the breath of the night hold you until Armageddon when the rapture becomes the dawn light. The evening sucks shadows from subways on the road to the end of my stay and my failures are sealed in the lips that once healed with…

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Magic lantern Mk 2

Outside the doors of eternity where time laughs at itself upon seeing the absurdity of man making plans for the future. I hear sounds from the cloakroom which I hoped not to imagine but the picture lingers long in my mind. There’s a saving grace if you can face it, if you’ve never lived life…

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When tomorrow comes

Oh no what happened? where did the weekend go Again? I’m ruminating on the fact that once more we are being attacked by the working week. the working class ( of sixty something) should be retired, not wired to the grid. I still have wine and what’s time got to do with what’s in my…

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Raining in Rohingya

It took me some time, but in time I shook the cobwebs away, woke up to a Saturday or did I? at some point someone points the way, this way to the weekend. I am as sure as I can be that my eyes were wide open and I was watching my breath frost on…

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Timetable Tommy

It’s just a short hop to the bus stop and so I’m taking my time to make up a rhyme, mine is the long drop which is fine if you have a head for heights, watching lights flash before my eyes, I must cash in on the sunrise catch a few rays make the most…

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Inside the spiral

There’s no time to pretend so I pretend there’s no time and if it ends at the end then the problem’s all mine. this is all that I have to defend what I have and what I have I’ll defend with the time I pretend I don’t have. pretend? we all make allowances for life’s…

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Orienteering

I never thought I’d get there to sixty two, but where the fuk am I? heading to the fountain watching as this mountain crumbles. he mumbles, fumbles in his pocket pulls out a handkerchief (initialled in the corner ) because one cannot be too careful wipes away a tear from the one good eye I…

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Crosses his heart

“May the Lord grant mercy to the house of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me, and was not ashamed of my chain, but when he was in Rome, he sought me diligently, and found me (the Lord grant to him to find the Lord’s mercy on that day); and in how many things he served…

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Almost human

I hear the ocean more and more and yet can’t hear what you say, the shingle song carries me on and the tide takes me away. I expect it is age related ebbing as I am or it could be that I’m saturated with the stress of being a man. I see equations in the…

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When dreams don’t work

What was once the future looking up at me from eyes sunk deep on a street we’ll call obscurity and cries heard from people we never see has become a distant memory. another thing I never see are the livid scars that run inside of me a reminder of a future that I could be…

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Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on until the mountain’s are all but gone and the seas turn their backs on the land Daylight will crash and break and inhaling shards of white glass will take my breath away and it’s here for a day and done no point to linger on the journey we make’s just…

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Palazzo Vecchio

        Dreaming of an effigy, Dante always gets to me even in sleep where I keep my darkest secrets.   Magnetic pins to prick my conscience, God always wins in the end.   I see the far side which looks to be a short ride from here.   If there really are…

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Trying not to be s trynosaur

Ready to fly off die off, cry off, boredom likes to kill. People I have known who’ve flown, took the final bow how I miss them. Old men and memory are taking me, but I will resist them, I have no time for old men although the ladies are quite sweet. But it’s a numbers…

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Base ten

I lingered too long on her lips was I wrong? and why if ‘a kiss is just a kiss’ do I miss so much the kiss she kisses me with? I see eye to eye on the ‘fifty things to do before you die’, but each thing ends with us being more than just friends…

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The scenery shifters

When things are as they seem to be they seem not to be to me and that’s almost Shakespeare, but he isn’t here and so it’s not. I have a lot of time for dead poets they speak to me in words they have written in books that I borrow, words filled with love, with…

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Bedtime in Bournemouth

Some stay with me and become a part of my bio-chemistry she reads palms and tells me this. Ghosts kiss lightly and tread even more so, the dead know everything. I sleep to wake hoping the pattern won’t break but knowing one day it will. when I was six and sixty was longer than Christmas…

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When Tuesday falls

I think we’ve all had that feeling of feeling nothing. Emptied like the dustbins used to be and yet full of foreboding as if someone is loading a twelve bore with a cartridge and your name is on it. And feeling that way which is one way to feel do you feel like kneeling and…

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Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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The mechanics of it

just put a man from the motor corps in charge of the next total war and we can all have an easy ride. I want the limo with the drinks cabinet and a free cabaret to watch on the way to my death. make some music to make the time pass and pass the champagne…

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6/10, could do better

You can’t consider living until you’ve done your share of dying and you’re not dead nearly long enough for that but you’ll kid yourself you’re minto just to go out with the beau who’s got the biggest reputation, I’m busy wiring up the footnotes to the signals at the station the express can wait a mo’…

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