Limited

The only thing inevitable is the inevitable and we shall meet that one day inevitably. until then live crazy and be the weirdest hippest zaniest person you know, excluding lunatics because they’re already ahead of the game…

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Penny buns

If my nails had been longer I could have held on a while longer before the reason to fall became stronger and the morning no longer held any fascination for me. why nails? why anything when you have nothing except the light at the end of something you think is the end. it’s got nothing…

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Thoughts from another angle

Life being like a quick flick book I ready my thumb to flick and take a quick look, see how fast time has flown, in a second or two and now fully grown. how many more pages to flick?…

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Emetics

Subscribed to contradiction and torn apart by this condition, there’s a blue light flashing out there and a wailing in the air some circumstance has passed away murdered by the side lines of today. but seeing miles of white stone crosses brings me to a halt in the cemetery of circuses they laugh, no one at…

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Digital deaths

My first instinct was to update Facebook status I want them adverts to track us, to know exactly where we are. A quick post of the coast and I use Instagram because I like that the most, a titter or two on Twitter do you use it ? Soundcloud and Vimeo, Youtube and off we…

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Six packs

They’re dropping like flies undoing the ties and I’m shit at saying goodbyes. If all things must end then send me a memo…

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Walking in the woods

We might as well be shearing sheep instead of sweating over things we want to change, but want to keep it’s in fukin sane and that’s like being in fukin London. the poet a complicated halfwit tails off into a distance that was never there and shares a memory, Paul, an old friend was diagnosed…

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Little big man

Chords plucked from sad strings and each note brings a memory, the one stop on the stoop of the last stop we sit and survey the mystery, moving to ‘the one drop’ taking time to catch our breath, chords plucked from sad strings linger on and the tears, they still sting our eyes, looking at…

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“whynotno?”

One more cycle around the Sun and E=MC squared for some it is over only when it’s done and even then E=MC squared for some. but we did have fun dancing between the times that lined the streets of yesterday, drinking ‘K’ that’s bona fide electric cider or so they say. What beautiful colours that flash…

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Moving parts

Slow down this elevator I’m happy to get here or there a little later. Just to wait a moment longer listen to a song or two do the things I like to do. slow down the elevator make the stairs the only way to go…

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The suffocating of simplicity

An aeroplane vies with a gull to pull a piece from the sky and at six of the clock a crane stands idly by. It irritates me that on the old church the steeple still perches precariously, as if a balance between good and evil. My lips have sinned pressed tight to the picture of…

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Death

We’re only tourists here for a visit on a one way ticket and now they’re punching it it’s not fucking fair. I never asked for short stay I wanted long term. Visa expired as I will be soon but we’re all only tourists here for a day…

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The damned

On the outside of any influences that external stimuli supply, where any rules if there were ever any no longer apply on the doorstep of death they sit down and cry…

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The 57th key

   Years ago when death flowed over the window sill, holding my breath to still my heart and under blankets with my eyes shut tight against the darker darkness of eternal night I prayed to who knows who that they would make things right   it happened so that darkness went, it seems that who…

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Mortality

I sleep it takes the ache away, for who’s to say when this will end?…

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Deaths

…and thus to sink, ripples are I think quite beautiful…

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Going on until the going’s gone

One day and that could be any day there will be some more of me until there’s no more to see and then that’ll be me done, but it’s okay today I’m on my way and I’ve not yet arrived at the last stop so I’ve still got time for a rhyme or two more…

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Day trips to Blackpool

Three artists for effect a tower to direct the Sun to paint the mornings when my mum made breakfast, now dear mum has gone the paint has faded the art struck dumb the towers crumble one by one and on and on we go…

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Transfer

When I’m suffocated laid on the table desiccated and my bones arranged in order are lined up to draw attention to the crookedness of life and the harsh lights of the mortuary serve to soften the lines surrounding me the door closes on mortality while infinity drags on. the message label on my toe reads…

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A bit Poe (ish)

I will become food for the worms and they’ll take it in turns to feed on my flesh I will be a creche for their young what fun, can’t wait. But It won’t be me there so why should I care? It’ll be the suitcase that carried me from point A to point B Still…

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